I started plotting a new SF novel and it feels marvelous and painful, much like the day after a good workout, only the thing that hurts is the imagination, having been exercised after long neglect.
I am thinking of this as my fourth unpublished novel, because I am coming to grips with the idea that after 25 years of trying, I am just doing this because I enjoy it, not for any reward external to me. Maybe Corvus will read them one day, and that will be good enough.
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