I didn’t submit an entry for last year’s anthology, and was preparing to ignore this year’s anthology, but my brain had other ideas. Much to my own surprise, 838 words of short story have come out of my digital pen this morning. Not bad words, either.
It’s my Steampunk detective universe making itself a nuisance again. The place just won’t die.
Since my characters are so eager to audition, I suppose I’ll let them prepare for a turn in front of the anthology editors. After all, we have to stop hiding behind old scenery flats sometime.
