This is a dumb rant. I am a happy camper, but sometimes the world does exasperate just a little. I love slipstream stuff. Honest, I do. But keeping up with the publishing side of things is driving me nuts. I mean, there was a time when you could feel like you were keeping up when you only had to look out for great stories in the genre majors, some collections and anthos, and such. But now, stories are everywhere. Conjunctions always has stuff (I think they’re even doing a YA issue this year), and I just saw that there are two issues of McSweeney’s out already. And I haven’t seen them, and they don’t send out comp. copies, which means you have to buy them. Which is ok, except editing year’s bests is a fairly frugal enterprise. Arg.