Woot! I've sold my Baba Yaga story "Water of Life, Water of Death" to Paul Jessup at Grendelsong, for publication in Issue No. 5 (due out September 2008). If I weren't sitting in the university juice bar right now, there would definitely be a happy dance. :) As it is, I'll just wait until tonight for celebrations. Better yet, this is my twentieth short story sale, which is a landmark I've been looking forward to for a while. (And it marks a personal victory, too. On his nineteenth birthday, my brother David challenged me to a race - he'd just turned nineteen, and I'd just sold my nineteenth story. Which of us would hit twenty first? I can't tell you just how relieved I am to win this race...)

In a nice coincidence, I also just received my copy of Grendelsong Issue No. 1, with my story "Ivy and Thorn". Lovely illustrations, lovely layout, and great stories (and yes, I mean even apart from my own story)...I really like this magazine.

Last night we did a little bit of housecleaning (ho hum) and then threw caution and Thanksgiving-planning to the wind and stayed up late watching the last three episodes of Doctor Who: Series 2. Ohhh, I love this series so much. Tom Baker is probably still my favorite Doctor, but David Tennant runs a very, very close second, and the last episode in particular is just so good, so poignant and right. It was hard to go to sleep afterwards.

And now I really need to stop procrastinating and get down to my own writing for the day...