I think I’ve contracted something.  My blog is suffering, my online friends too, and I’ve gained a sudden sympathy for the poor lost souls who have to write rejection letters.  It’s called new editor-itis, and I’m hoping eventually it can be cured–or at least the symptoms can be contained.  After all, it is my intent to remain first and foremost a writer, which standing is placed in jeopardy if I gain too much empathy for that most foreign of all species, the editor!

In the meantime, the submission deadline for TSJ‘s first issue is fast approaching, and the website will soon go public.  At least if I’ve got to catch a bug, it’s one that brings many new friends and stimulating challenges with it.  I despise the kind that bore you into bed.

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