Submitted Opheliac to its intended market and filed it away. It's the least confident I've been about a story in some time which of course means it is probably a work of brilliance - isn't that how it goes? The ones we love grow stale and unwanted until they end their days hiding in a dusty corner, while those we're not sure of find love at the first kiss.
Whatever, I've moved on to story number two for 2010. So far we have a premise (which I'm kind of excited about), a beautiful title, 91 words and a tartan blanket. I need to practice kneeling and doing the whole 'not worthy' thing because it's intended market is shiny and on the top shelf. Perhaps I should cease with the bowing and find a ladder to climb.