I have officially escaped from my slush. I ran away to Dallas for my little sister’s birthday, and I left all of those manuscripts to ferment on my desk. I’m hoping that like fine wine the words on the pages will only improve with age. But, alas I have limited internet access. Most likely, I won’t be able to update this again until I get back Thursday. Of course, I also can’t get work email — no author questions like what is the meaning of the squiggle on page 6 of their revision . . .
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