Kevin Doesn't . . . Dance.

After fiddling around with it last night, I think I may have finally finished He Missed the Sea (the flash piece that I've had in development for about a year now). The only person who's read it so far is me, so I'm tempted to leave it a couple of days whilst I find somewhere to send it, and then read it over again before I hit send on the email. I don't know, I might do.

This story wasn't workshopped because I don't think it actually qualifies as spec-fic. I don't really know what it is. I thought I'd avoid the inevitable cries of 'This isn't **insert whatever genre was ticked**!' by not posting it at the 'shop.

In other news: I haven't heard anything back from The Well recently. It's approaching the end of the two months quoted as the market's RT, so I may have to send out a polite query next week.

Later . . .