I’ve sent off two 25 word pieces to Hint Fiction, and three 100 word pieces to The Drabbler.

Sorbet recipes will probably happen tomorrow (or possibly later today). The bank holiday weather is being suitably bank-holiday-ish and non-ice-creamy. I’ve failed to do any editing on Firebird, my submission for the f/f fairy tale anthology, or Julia Can’t.

I’ve also informed Richard Branson that Virgin Galactic “makes me speechless with glee”*. Because it does! They’re building an actual Space Port in New Mexico. Space is incredibly exciting right now, with the pledges to get back to the moon by 2020 and talk of manned missions to Mars (and the fact I just finished Wyndham’s The Outward Urge which has reminded why I love Sci Fi). I have a beginning of a novel in my head in which a Virgin Galatic (or fictional equivalent if they won’t let me use their name) stewardess ends up part of a planet saving mission to the moon, since there’s no government rockets ready in time. Same kind of tone as The Dark, so I’m going to try and finish that before I start this one.

Seriously. A Space Port. We’re half a step away from jetpacks and silver lycra now, people!

*If they don’t want excitedly sci-fi fans flailing at them they shouldn’t put a Comments box on the sign up form for their newsletter! I mean, Richard Branson probably won’t read it, but I like to think at a board meeting at some point, while quoting the stats for “Reasons Why People Haven’t Brought Tickets”, some e-communications technician might mention the overwhelming flood of positive feeling toward the project. Maybe?