I should know in March/April about the anthology story. That's the worst part about being a writer: the waiting. It's a bit like waiting for test results. Actually, what it's like is concieving a child, bearing it for nine months and then delivering it, only to have complete strangers judge it to not be marketable.
I've added some new links: the always enjoyable Neal Pollack, and my friend Ben now has a blog as well, called No Code.
Lorrie Moore has a new short story in the new issue of The New Yorker. I'm a huge fan of hers. They also have a wonderful article on Hayao Miyazaki, the giant of Japanese animation. He's a huge hero and inspiration of mine, and I'm dying to see the new film, due here late this year I think. I think I want to see that one as much or more than Star Wars. Sigh. I've become a heretic. I'll just go up here and wait in my floating castle for stuff.
By the way, your monitor is dirty.