I've got a letter, I'm going downtown

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit. March was not what I expected. I'd say April had better be something different, but I am pretty sure that's the kind of wish one should never leave open-ended. This time last year feels a lot longer than twelve months ago.

I am now reading submissions for Strange Horizons for the months of both April and May. Send me poetry! The results are great!

(Still Hugo-nominated! Now with more staff properly recognized, because this magazine is a collective. It's pretty awesome.)

Eat a calzone for radio! I'm planning to.

I am not sleeping well, but at least I've slept.