There are few things that compare to reading an acceptance letter for a story you've submitted for publication.

Finishing a marathon, having sex, writing something really, truly, fucking electric...

Be that as it may, I'm feeling pretty good, because I just found out that I had another short story selected for publication.

The story is what I call my Terry Pratchett story, though I wrote it before ever having read Pratchett.  (I also have written a Borges story, a Stephen King story, etc.)

I feel freakin' sweet.  Perhaps its time to break out the bubbly...