Thanks to everyone who sent me a few words yesterday. My meltdown is over, and I had a decent day. End result: I took a break, even though I've only got a couple of days before the deadline of the story's call for submission, but I've been pondering the story all day, and I think I've got a handle on it. And, as my husband pointed out, if I can't - I can't. Not the end of the world.
But I'll try again tomorrow and Saturday, and see what a day of inspiration might make.
"After Balenciaga," by Marshall Moore
Oh lord this was creepy.
I don't even know how to tell you about this next story from The Lavender Menace. The power in this story of queer villainy is an exquisite one - to bring back the dead and force them to do as you wish. But where the man with this power leads, and what he does with it?
Did I mention creepy?
This story is quite short, and yet packs a solid punch. Or maybe not a punch, more like a cold finger that trails up your spine, just when you're alone and about to fall asleep.