An update, of sorts.

So today I sent off a manuscript to be reviewed by SF writer Karl Schroeder, as I mentioned thinking about doing in my last post. I came to the conclusion that I'd rather regret having done it than regret not having done it. I'm surprised. In the illogic-maze that governs my social interaction, that's almost ALWAYS a dead end. (I can accept it intellectually, but it doesn't get me to do anything) But somehow it worked here. Anyway, I submitted the short story that I tried (unsuccessfully) to sell a couple times already. Since there was no feedback and I thought it was rather good (for me), maybe I'll get an idea of whether there's something fundamentally wrong with it, or if it was decent but squeezed out by better competition. Almost submitted something I haven't ever sent out, but there was a 5000 word limit and the one I wanted to submit along those lines was about thrice that.

Now the inevitable self-doubt will almost certainly begin. But, until then, a meme, stolen from angelophile...
Answer the following questions using only two words. That's it.
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