Finished the first of my Clarion submission stories, “Looking Out,” today at lunch. The ending was driving me nuts, but, after a brief consultation with a plate of chicken kebabs, I got it. This doesn’t bode well for future writing, but I think proper application of exercise will balance out the kebab/verbiage equation.

Now I just need to knock out the edits for “Triathlon,” and I can fling these bits over the tubes to UCSD. And if there’s something sure to get their attention, it’s a triptych of doping cyborg cyclists, water-retching mermaids and escaped genetic experiments. Really. I read it on the internets.