Not too long ago, I found myself writing a zombie horror story. Not my usual thing, but a great deal of fun. That story is done, and sitting in my rewrite queue, growing rancid and moldy — like its subject matter. I’ll take it out, cut off the bad bits, polish the good ones, and send it out after I feel like enough time has passed.

Most of the writing I’ve been doing for the last few weeks has been of that nature, rewriting stories that are complete but need work. At the end of the month, I plan to submit a few of those to short story markets prior to the big novel push.

But right at this moment, I’m working on a pre-Victorian science fantasy story. It’s got Renaissance-era cybermancy, mystical pascalines, heroic aethernauts and… Well gee, it’s an awful lot of fun writing it. And somewhere down the line, the world its set in might have room for a novel. That would be nice.