Nope. Not dead yet. The doctor put me on some high-powered new meds and things seem to be calming down a bit. Enough for me to go back to work this week. And that’s all I’ll say about that. there’s nothing more boring than someone going on about their health.

In other news, I got a strange rejection letter last week. They did a very literal reading of the text (yes, I’m a Buffy geek) I sent them and rejected it because, well, who wouldn’t reject the four thousandth alien abduction story to hit their desk in the past year. But it isn’t an alien abduction story. Now I’m wondering whether I need to go in and surgically enhance a few things (slightly) to make this a little more obvious. None of my readers (and I have some serious, hardcore readers, yo!) had this issue, but I’m wondering if this is because they’re familiar with my work and know that the story they’re reading is never the real story when it comes to my stuff. Okay, the one litfic reader was very confused but I can deal with that.

This also goes back to an issue that’s cropped up continuously with the band. Interviewers and fans always want to know what our songs ‘mean’. The easy thing would be to tell them, but we’ve noticed that everyone has their own interpretation and I don’t feel its my place to step in and say, “no, this is what it’s supposed to fucking mean, wanker!” Actually, I kind of love it that a song about coming out becomes a straight love song for so many fans. But I’m not so happy when a story about parthenogenesis becomes an alien abduction story for certain editors and readers. Hmmmmm, this is clearly going to bug the crap out of me for weeks and possibly months. And I wonder why my stomach is a shredded, bloody mess. Hello cause, meet effect.