There goes that PLN

I woke up at arse AM again, and I set down with a solid plan to edit an episode of Inter-Mission for y'all. Good plan, right?

Except Mayhem was also awake at arse AM and that lead to a shitpost philosophy session that is fun, but... no editing possible. Bleh.

I'm waiting for the still of the day then.

In the meantime, I have identified an agency that says they want scifi, so I'm sending them my scifi. I'm giving them two weeks, since they haven't given me a time limit to expect a reply, and then I'm out after the next one.

The query letter is off. Cross your fingers, pray to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, fold a thousand paper cranes... invoke your luck roll, whatever. Send me all your good vibes.

I'm not giving up on this.