If you're counting, this is number three. I'm going to stop counting because, well, I just am.
I've managed my fourth story in four weeks, this one an anti-war sci-fi number called "What to Pack When You're Bound for [a really big number I can't even remember.3]" to Clarkesworld. I'm currently 17 in the queue, so when I get my rejection tomorrow, it will head back into sub land post haste.
The really big number, if you'd like to know, corresponds with a planet astronomers think might have liquid water (a necessity for life as we know it). "They" are the enemy, however, and my dear protagonist is a "trigger".
My current WIP is "vexing" me greatly, and I'm about to "raise the stakes". (i.e., punch it in the mouth)
That is all.