My wrist has not fallen off.
It feels like it has. Actually, no, it feels like the bones of my forearm and shoulder have been removed, lined with salt formations and slammed back into place at incorrect angles to each other.
But, despite the loss late last night, I was able to cobble together Coda in something almost as good in some places and better in others. So, I’m good.
And tonight? Line edits on Pulse.
Then after that? Line edits back from Coda.
Then after that? The new science fiction anthology, which because it can be dictated is almost a relief.
It looks like I will be able to have Pulse out in June and Coda out in July.