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December 31, 1999

Happy New Year

Well, it's the end of the year. In just a few short hours, we'll be living in the future. Flying cars, vacations on the moon, robot pleasure slaves. Yep. Can't wait.

Good year as far as my writing went: 7 sales (some to pro markets), a couple withdrawals, and an even 100 rejections. May the next year bring us more (and more acceptances than rejections). See you then.

December 30, 1999

Byline Breaks the Hundred Mark

A 36 day rejection from Byline is my 100th rejection of the year!

December 27, 1999

Analog Form

A 33 form rejection from Analog. Four more days. Can it be done? Still got a few more out there I haven't heard from...

December 25, 1999

Season's Greetings

Merry Christmas folks, on this day chosen by the church fathers for the purposes of weakening the opposing pagan festival. Also, a belated Happy Hanukah, a successful Winter Solstice, a Merry Kwanzaa, a splendid Boxing Day, a solemn Ramadan, a Glorious Tet, and a Happy New Year. Assuming world chaos doesn't strike next week (and that I don't get any more rejections in the mail), see you later...in the Year 2000!

December 23, 1999

Rejection From Aboriginal SF

An 87 day rejection from Aboriginal SF. A fairly short story (1300 words), so it's no surprise that plot & character weaknesses were checked. This is also the first place it's been sent, so I'm also not surprised to see the "needs tighter writing" box checked. On the other hand, this is my 98th rejection for the year, with little more than a week left to get those last two raspberries in the mail... At least I've finished my shopping and got gifts shipped to the appropriate locations for relatives. Good thing, too, as Lisa's got a nasty cold, which means I can't be too far behind. Oh look, it's snowing again. Time to get the snow shovel back out. Happy holidays...

December 17, 1999

Mr. Mailbox Stops Covering Simon & Garfunkle

After three weeks of the sound of silence, today I get two rejections in the mail: a 56 day "close but no cigar" from Absolute Magnitude, and a 42 day short personal from Weird Tales.

And in other fabulous news, fall semester has come to an end. My grading is completed, and now only need to be turned in to the registrar! My vacation has finally arrived! Yee hah! All I have left to do now is finish christmas shopping and ship gifts to parts beyond. This year we're staying put, so as to experience the Y2K crash in the comfort of our own home. That, and it's a pain in the butt to travel this time of year. So we're not. Aaah. Where's the eggnog?...

December 10, 1999

All Downhill From Here

Well, that's it. The day has finally come. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but I kept avoiding having to think about it. The human ability to block out the obvious with self-delusion, but I have to face reality. It's over. I'm washed up, over the hill, an ancient relic consigned to a cultural dustbin, forgotten and no more. Well, not really. But it feels like it.

Today I turned 30. *sigh*

December 06, 1999

I'm Back

Did you miss me? Or perhaps more accurately, did you notice? Mail's been slow (really slow) I'd gone down to Georgia for a few days. My dad had his retirement party. After thirty years at the DFACS, he's calling it quits. Good grief. My hat's off to him: his last day on the job will be January 1, which is a holiday, which he gets off. Hah. Clever man.