I sure was whiny yesterday. Sorry about that. You all know how I am when I'm short of sleep, or worried that I'm going to be short of sleep. *rolls eyes*
I finished Melusine finally. It was good, but it would have been infinitely better--I mean, truly, infinitely better--if someone had held a gun to Sarah Monette's head and made her cut about 40,000 words out of the book. Honestly. And no, I'm not reading the sequels. I don't have that many hours in my life.
I got a rejection today for "Never Be Alone," which was actually a relief. Now I don't have to dread the first rejection of the year. "Never Be Alone" was a semi-finalist in the WotF contest at the end of 2007, but not only is it a ridiculously long 13,000 words, I've never been happy with the main character. She has no personality. I'm very tempted to tear the good ideas out of the story--the speecher, the godholders--and rework them into a much different, much more interesting story that's fantasy instead of SF. It might even hold up enough to carry a whole novel, who knows?
But for now, I am short on sleep. And that makes me cranky. So good night.