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I have decided that my protags in the new thing I'm outlining live in a trailer park for over-55's. This means that old farts are taking on eldritch horrors. I am amused by this. And, you know, it's different from the norm, so.

I need to finish this outline and start the next.

Also, I spent fifteen minutes in line at the post office today so I could mail my story to that publication, and it cost me $3.30. I am unhappy about both the wait and the cost and the fact that I will no doubt find out in a week that it "wasn't right for us" because let's face it, there's a less-than-1% chance of being published in a place like that for someone like me who is not John Langdon. #firstworldproblems

But you can't win if you don't enter, and my last two to them have been "not right for us" rather than "didn't grab," so that's good. I guess. /discouraged

And outline #4...

Is in the can. I am amused by this entire concept. It's odd how these things kind of come in fits and starts. I'll sit down to do it, nothing will come, so I'll leave it for a bit. I come back, and then suddenly there it all is, wrapped in a nice red bow. The subconscious is a funny thing.

And so now I need to work on #5. Which will involve poking the hutch to see what else hops out.

If all goes well, I might have all this outlining stuff done by the weekend, and then I can start fixing Ghost Ship and finishing Tattoos.