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Just got a nice e-mail from Robert Silverberg pointing out that I've used up the extra time past the deadline for the American Gods novella -- in his words, If you're still writing the thing, tie it off, put a tourniquet around any open veins it may have, and send it westward, because I've got to get going on preparing the final ms. I'm a couple of thousand words away from the end, which means that I'll not be posting here, or answering e-mail, or using the telephone until it's done. We'll see if I get any sleep for that matter. Much tea will be drunk, though. I can guarantee that.