I got the horror story wrapped up and sent out for submission, and now I'm sort of floating around on a happy high and not quite willing to get back the plain drudgery of editing Bk #1.
Honestly, after the simple joy of creating a short story, I kind of want to punch all the novels in their printy little faces and stuff them in a drawer somewhere. I feel like not a single one will ever be worth handing over to another human being to read. And that's terrible, because 2 out of 3 have already been read by other humans, much to the anguish of said humans.
So now I'm stalling. Stalling and surfing the internet. God I love the Internet!