Spouse, knowing the zine I edit upgraded to pro rates today: “How many submissions did you handle today?”
Me:
S: *confusion*
M: “What?”
S: “I was going to give you a peanut M&M for every submission, but…”
M: “Yeah… I don’t want to eat THAT many.”
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I do, however, want to eat SOME peanut m&ms.
Time to sit in bed, eat candy, and read something other than the ever-refilling slush pile for a little while.
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And yes, the thing I’m reading other than the slush pile is also furry. It’s the author proof copy for the upcoming anthology Shark Week.
I am taking a break from reading furry fiction by reading furry fiction. It is the way.