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• Wed, 14:19: In the wake of the Steubenville rape case...… http://t.co/D4KEAb62T5
• Wed, 15:19: Changed my Twitter avatar. Since I'm, you know, That Werewolf Writer. Or something.
• Wed, 17:43: Sub sent. That means everything I've finished is either out looking, published, or trunked, other than the novel. Yay.
• Wed, 17:46: Still haven't outlined Ghost Ship. *sigh* I suppose I should really get on that next. Oh, and brainstorming the "inner workings" thing.

NY Governor Andrew Cuomo is a friggin' idiot.

But, you know, we all knew this already anyway, right?

Seriously, how does this make any sense? They rushed through some hysterical anti-gun legislation a couple of months ago that limited gun magazines to seven rounds. They also forgot to exempt police departments from this. Oh, but Hollywood gets a pass.

Then they realize: WHOOPSIE. No one actually manufactures seven-round magazines for most of the common handguns out there. So, in their brilliance, they're proposing this idiocy:

As a result, he said, he and legislative leaders were negotiating language that would continue to allow the sale of magazines holding up to 10 rounds, but still forbid New Yorkers from loading more than 7 rounds into those magazines.

Right. Because someone bent on shooting up a school will go "Oh, damn, I'll be breaking the law if I load more than seven rounds in my mags! I'd better not do that!"

What planet do these people live on? Is it Earth? I don't think it's Earth. What the hell is the thinking here? Hamstring law-abiding citizens while criminals (who, by definition, break the law, duh) have free rein. Yes, that's awesome, let's do that. I am very, very glad I live in Utah, where we actually have this thing called "common sense." (Most of the time, anyway, and definitely when it comes to comes to guns.) And our teachers are permitted to be armed in the classroom.

And Janni's story is out the door to its first market.

This puts me at 42,500 completed, submittable words in the first three months of the year.

Understand that I wrote 36,200 completed, submittable words in all of 2012. And ZERO in 2011.

I have a meeting with my Writing Buddy on Saturday, assuming he comes out of his wisdom tooth surgery in any semblance of "with it" by then. He'll give me crit on Unquiet Neighbors. That's another 11,200 words.

I'm in the process of retroactively outlining Ghost Ship. Which will count on this year, at around 5600 words (which is where it is now; that number could go up or down, depending on edits), assuming I can beat it into shape and it's not irrevocably broken.

Then I've got the "inner workings" story for On the Premises, which will come in between 1000 and 5000 words (I hope).

Somewhere in there, I need to figure out what's wrong with Eldritch Plumbing and shove that out the door as well.

And then, in May, in between writing Inner Workings and fixing Ghost Ship, I need to outline five more stories for my June NaNo project. During all that, we're doing the Easter Jeep Safari at the end of this month, and I'm going to MisCon at the end of May. And then the Writing Excuses retreat in early June.

I'll just be over here flailing. I'm looking at it and going "dude, four stories, three of which merely need tweaking (ha), why are you freaking out." But I totally am, because it does feel a little overwhelming right now.

I can't even say "send booze" because I'm supposed to Edit Sober. And most of this is editing.

Fortunately for my sanity, I figured out that I've actually got two months before the end of May, when my two deadlines hit, rather than one, because Calendars, How Do They Work. So some of the pressure is off. Not all, but some. But deadlines are sneaky and I want to be On Top Of Them. So, I'm flailing. A little.