Back in yer box

While I haven't been visited by the Black Dog of Depression for quite a few years now, the Purple Puppy of Self-Doubt is an irregular visitor. The little mongrel tends to run away with my writing motivation, and tugs at it like buggery when I attempt to take it back.

But yesterday I was handed that holy talisman sought after by all newbie writers, the Rolled Up Newspaper of Affirmation.

-Girl Power finally sold, to ShadowSword Magazine. They said it was 'well done and amusing'. Good to find another market that doesn't sneer down its literary nose at humour (well, humor actually. It's also my first international sale).

-I'm on the short list (ie top 4) for the Australian Horror Writers Association's 2006 Flash Fiction comp! That's the comp in which I came second last year. This year they're only awarding a first prize and four commendations, so I've already equalled last year's effort, using Kenobi's Certain Point of View (patent pending).
My story is Finding the Words. That's the one where, for the first time, I cried while writing. As opposed to crying before re-submitting :)
I received an invitation to go to Conflux, but unfortunately there's been a death in my wife's family and the funeral is on that weekend. My story takes place just after a funeral, which is kinda wierd.

Oh, and the Outcast has been reviewed over at the Horrorscope blog. Save Galaxy Fast! gets one of those reviews that merely describe some of the story and don't really pass judgement on it, apart from saying that one concept is 'cute'. It doesn't list it among the weak stories, so I guess I'm happy with that.