I've sent my application off to the HWA for affiliate membership - they're now waiting for me to fax them proof of my sale to Subterranean Magazine. Once I receive a copy of the signed contract, I can fax it to them with proof of payment, and I'll finally be in (after I pay the membership fee, of course). I've heard both good and bad things about HWA, but it's not going to kill me to cough up a year's membership and actually see what the member forums are like, rather than making a decision based on hearsay.

This Saturday I finally, finally get my desk delivered to me. Last night I had broadband internet and basic cable tv installed in my apartment - the poor technician practically had to rip half the building apart to find the television cables, but I insisted that he do it or suffer my wrath. I don't watch that much tv, but seeing ghostly five-headed reporters on the morning news was getting to be a bit much even for me. Naturally I did nothing constructive last night, instead surfing the web and catching up on iTunes downloads, but I tell myself that I need writing soundtracks, so it was a partially-legitimate waste of time.

Sadly, once I get the desk, I'll have no more excuses not to start writing new stories again. Hello, 3000-word evenings. I guess summer is really over.