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January 29, 2001

Asimov's Rejects My Poetry, Sends Renewal Notice

Ah, at 118 days, a say-nothing rejection from Asimov's, passing over a poem of mine. The mail, by a strange coincidence, included a resubscription notice from that same magazine. The wonders of the US mail...

January 28, 2001

Clean Up

After almost a year of waiting, I pull some poetry from an online webzine. Poetry is a sideline, really, so when I was looking back over my records in an effort to avoid writing, I discovered I had left four poems at Alsirat for what most people would classify as, Way Too Long. More repackaging and mailing to do...

January 23, 2001

What Do You Mean, He's Still Alive?

The dangers of counting someone out before you hear for sure. Got email that the Phantastes web site was back in commission, they'd picked a winner, and they were once again open for business. I didn't win (oh well), but I'm glad to hear the site didn't just vanish. That's one thing I find annoying about WWW Land: it can be a little too variable.

Not much else to report. I'm working on a story for an anthology I was asked to submit to (my first invitation only - I am making progress) and I'm trying to get that finished before the deadline. It's at the end of January, but the editors said they could be a little flexible, so I've got a little wiggle room. I'll let you know what happens after it happens.

Oh, and I got a new book on writing in the mail. This one is Ron's favorite sage, Mike Resnick, and it's called Putting It Together. You could get it from Amazon, Barnes&Noble or some other bookstore outlet, or straight from the publisher, Wildside Press.

January 16, 2001

Calling Time Of Death

At 258 days, I'm declaring my submission to the Phantastes writing contest dead in water, based on two things: 1) an email from one of the judges, saying they'd made their decision, but they never heard another mumbling word from the webmistress, and 2) a message saying the website's account has been disabled. So, stick a fork in it, it's done. Time to pack it up, print it out, and send it in (and other prepositions, as well).

January 14, 2001

Back From The Con

I have returned from my first con, and on the whole, I'd have to say I had a blast. I understand a detailed report is traditional. Instead, let me sum up. I went to a number of programs, bought a Howard Waldrop book from Glen Cook (his day job is a bookseller - I had no idea), heard James Patrick Kelly read a short story of his that'll be in the June Asimov's, had a drink in the bar with Mr. Kelly and Andy Duncan and F. Brett Cox, and wrapped it up with dinner with Andy, Brett and his wife, Jack McDevitt and his wife, and several other people. In short, I had a fine time. My especial thanks to Andy, who made me feel quite welcome to hang out with him. He's a hell of a guy, and a hell of a writer. His book Beluthahatchie is well worth the read. Go buy it. Now.

January 09, 2001

A Trilogy: Will I Ever Hear From Interzone Again?, NASA Shows Off, and My First Con

After a careful review of my files, there are about four stories I haven't heard from that have insufficient postage on them. I'm not sure at this point who I'm more annoyed at: the post office, for raising their rates (again), or those four editors, for sitting on these stories for so long. One of them is PNH of the notoriously tardy Starlight antho. Sigh. I might have to send out some followup letters. More wasted postage.

On a cooler note, I'd like you to follow this NASA link. It's a very cool picture of the Earth completely shrouded in darkness, lit up only by the streetlights. (Before you ask, it's a composite of satellite image, OK? As far as I know, NASA doesn't have the budget to turn off the sun) Very interesting, seeing where things are and aren't lit up.

Finally, I'm going to my first con this weekend, Chattacon. It's in Chattanooga just over the border, making it convenient to my area, it's got some reasonable guests (David Brin, James Patrick Kelly, S. M. Stirling, and possibly Glen Cook), and the wife's going out of town. I need something to do. I'll let you know how it goes. Or, if you're there and you happen to see me, wander over and say hi. I'm sure I'll be pleased to have some human contact.

January 02, 2001

New Millennium

I'll spare the usual Arthur C. Clarke jokes here, and just say two things: 1) finally the whole "2000/2001 as the start of the new millennium" debate is finally over, and 2) the intro section from "Also Sprach Zarathustra" is fabulous driving music.

For those of you who are constantly plagued with computer problems, cell phone annoyances, and other problems with 'flawless' technology, I offer you a potential glimpse of the traffic jams of the future: Your life in 2020.