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April 30, 1999

Pulp Eternity Contracts

The contracts from Pulp Eternity arrived today, for my story "Three Nights in Big Rock City."

April 29, 1999

Getting Out Of The House

Although this isn't writing news, I'd like to comment on the convention posting thing. I don't go to conventions. I've been to one, the Atlanta Fantasy Fair about ten years ago (had a good time: I bought a load of comics and gave blood), but I haven't been to any since then. I haven't had the money or time, usually, and I'm not real good at the whole "mingling" kind of thing, as in deliberately introducing myself to someone, even if I want to meet them (gee, how writerly of me). But I would like to say that I am considering going to a con this year, if it's within driving distance and it has people I'd like to meet there and I can afford it and no new employment prospect lurches its ugly head my way. At the moment the only con that qualifies is RiverCon in Louisville, which I note features some NAWers, as well as some other authors whose work I admire. The major potential sticking point is the last (new employment prospects). I'll let you know.

April 27, 1999

Maelstrom Miss

A 13 day friendly rejection from Maelstrom Speculative Fiction.

April 26, 1999

Flesh & Blood Payment

Today in the mail, payment from Jack Fisher of Flesh & Blood magazine, for my poem "Gargoyle in My Kitchen."

April 25, 1999

Talebones Rejection

A speedy 4 day (four! wow!) email rejection from Talebones.

April 24, 1999

F&SF Pass

After several days of quiet at the mailbox, a polite 10 day rejection from Gordon Van Gelder.

Incidentally, for those of you who can barely wait for Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, there's a web site I'd like to recommend: Troops, at the TheForce.Net. Star Wars meets COPS. The movie files are pretty humongoid, but well worth the download time.

April 21, 1999

Box Of Money

Our refund check for our state taxes came in the mail today! Wahoo!

April 20, 1999

More Meaningless Trivia

No writing news so far, but for the amusement of myself (and whoever reads this thing) I've decided to accumulate writing statistics for myself so far. To see how things are going, visit The Body Count.

April 17, 1999

No From SF Age

A 12 day form reject from Science Fiction Age. For heaven's sake, I've got five stories out right now that I'm overdue to hear from (calculating submission date vs. response time info listed at Submitting to the Black Hole), most of them late by a month. Could I have heard back from one of them? Oh no, instead I get a light-speed turnaround response from SF Age, returned so fast with one of those damned form rejections of theirs (and a damn crappy photocopy it was) that I suspect they didn't even bother to read it. Why am I bothering to waste postage on them, could somebody tell me that please? Grr...

Whoa, sorry 'bout that. Wait here, let me go get a Coke...Ah, that's better.

April 15, 1999

Happy Tax Day

No writing news at all today, as we got no mail at all. But I can't let Tax Day pass by without commenting. Frankly, I think Tax Day should be a holiday, like the Fourth of July or Martin Luther King Day (except the Post Office would have to stay open. Tough luck for them). People could have the day off and do one of two things: a) spend the day doing their taxes, or b) spend the day relaxing in the knowledge that they did their taxes. This year was the most enjoyable tax experience I've ever had. Why? For the first time ever, Lisa and I paid someone else to do them for us. Yes, it was (relatively) expensive. But it was worth every penny. We moved last year, so we had to file in two states. Lisa made some self-employment income in the range of a few thousand dollars, which requires extra unpleasant forms. And after many years of grad school poverty for us both, we've finally both got jobs and are making good money, which means we're now jammed up into a new nose-bleed tax bracket (relatively speaking). All this combined meant that it was worth it to drop off our W2s and other relevant info to some professional bean counter back in March. It allowed us to not have to worry about it anymore (except for writing the check at the end). Which left me a much more relaxed person, with more time to write (insert laugh of triumph here).

April 13, 1999

F&SF Alas, But Flesh & Blood Yes

The editorial feedback is flying fast and furious. Today a 12 day Alas from the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.

Late Night Update: A late night email from Jack Fisher of Flesh & Blood magazine, informing me that he'd like to publish my poem "Gargoyle in My Kitchen" in issue #6, due out in early 2000. I'm particularly pleased because this is a favorite poem of mine and I'm glad it's found a home. It'd gotten good remarks from several editors, mostly of the "I like it but not enough to buy it" variety, the kind that really annoy me. Turn around time on this acceptance was three hours, a new landspeed record for me.

God bless email.

April 12, 1999

Double No

They left on the same day, they came back on the same day. A first for me, I think. Today a personal 11 day email rejection from Altair, and an 11 day form rejection from Dark Regions. Dark Regions rejection was interesting. A few things checked on the "reason why" area, but one that stood was no. 3: Not in the SF/F/H, or weird family genre. Hey, it's hard to sell, I'll grant you, but it's a piece with lots of Lovecraftian/Cthulhu references (although they're stacked near the end) and what's weirder than Lovecraft? Suggests to me that they didn't finish the piece before deciding to bounce it. Hmm. Indirect feedback...

April 10, 1999

Email Rejection From Papyrus

A 10 day late night rejection from Papyrus, the online magazine. A form rejection, but it was pretty darned amusing.

April 08, 1999

Poetry Slammed

After a week of silence, some poems of mine return: a 36 day form rejection from the Missouri Review, and a blanket 141 day personal rejection for three poems from Best of the Rest 2.

April 01, 1999

Aboriginal Poetry Acceptance

Oh, today I was going to write something witty and amusing for April Fool's (I'm a big believer in that sort of thing. For a classy example, see Stephen Leigh's entry. Stephen, you had me going for a little while...), but then the letter came in the mail and I'm too damned happy. A 132 day sale of my poem, "Universal Language," to Aboriginal Science Fiction. My first sale to that magazine, and they're paying me four times as much as I've received for poetry before. I'm stoked. In the midst of my happy dance I have a coughing fit and collapse, knocking over a pile of books. What're you gonna do?