Very wet last night. Got a slightly panicky phone call from friends about houses in Wisconsin sliding into a river. Lots of surface water but no flooding. The soil round here is pretty free draining and well supplied with drains and culverts, so any excess disappears fairly quickly into the sea less than a hundred metres away.
Busy heading down the home stretch of the main project manuscript and have sent my short story to 'Analog'. In all probability it will sink without trace, but you have to keep trying in this game. I keep reading about writers whose work keeps getting rejected as non-commercial by publishers, then the work (occasionally) turns into commercial success, unlike so many that catch the publishers eye. Must be a matter of taste, and proof that literary taste or merit does not guarantee sales.
Back to the grindstone.