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February 28, 2002

Chiaroscuro Passes

Another response: at 22 days, a very nice rejection from Chiaroscuro. Said nice things about it, but ultimately, no. Fooh.

February 26, 2002

SciFi.com Ends Silence

Not much in the way of editorial mail until now: a 53 day rejection from SciFi.com. Ah well. Currently reading: Kelly Link's Stranger Things Happen. It's true, they do.

February 19, 2002

Strangers Say Nice Things

Here's an egoboo, to say the least: SF Site has reviewed the new Black Gate issue and said lovely things about my story. Called it "a highlight of the issue." Hee!

Still keeping up with reading, by the way. Have recently finished some more of my recent buys, including Ray Vukcevich's Meet Me in the Moon Room (surreal, good, and at times, disturbing) and Winter Shadows and Other Talesby the NAW's own Mary Soon Lee! Still working on the Braudel book. Helps when your library books have no required return date (a librarian fringe benefit).

February 15, 2002

Sale To Weird Tales

Ah, some good news. Got an acceptance letter from Weird Tales (clocking in at 112 days), saying they'd like to publish my poem "Fall of the Enchanter: A Pantoum" in the not-too-distant future. Details and contracts to follow. Oh, and they turned down the other three poems. Still, I'm a little happier. In other news, Lisa has gotten a new job at the Big Orange. It's a lateral move into another department, so no raise, but she did wrangle another week's vacation out of them. Plus the likelihood of bigger raises later on. I'm so proud of her.

Thanks to everyone who wrote about Virginia. We really do appreciate it.

February 13, 2002

Virginia

Virginia, Queen of the BoxWe had to put another one of our cats to sleep Monday. This is Virginia, in happier days (Lisa thinks it very appropriate that this photo has our copy of "My Fair Lady" visible top left). Virginia was Miles's best buddy. They spent a great deal of their time snuggling in the laundry baskets (I can't believe we don't have any pictures of them cuddling, dammit).

After Miles died in November last year, we'd been a little worried about her. About a week or so ago she stopped eating for the most part. She'd still come and do the traditional evening "stare until I go put the food out," but she wouldn't eat any. This isn't a good thing in cats, so we took her to the vet. Many tests were run, including an x-ray and an ultrasound. Unfortunately, those indicated an unknown mass, which turned out to be an extremely advanced case of liver cancer.

Virginia was a sweet cat for the most part, although she could be a tiny furry dictator as well. I have read that calicos tend to be the head cat in multi-cat households. I could believe it: she was the smallest, but she didn't take any funny business, especially from Andy.

Sigh. I can't believe this.

February 05, 2002

Asimov's Says Nothing

At 32 days, a say-nothing rejection from Asimov's. It's not the "We receive 800+ rejections per month, etc"; the other one.

In other news, I'm currently reading The Structures of Everyday Life: Volume I of Civilization & Capitalism, 15th-18th Century by French historian Fernand Braudel. Why? A cranky rant from one of my favorite writers. He's right, of course. I recommend this book for any writer of fantasy, along with Diana Wynn Jones's The Tough Guide to Fantasyland.

February 01, 2002

My Coworkers Are Swell

The day they arrived, I brought one of my Black Gate contributor's copy to work with me, chiefly to show Dan at the circulation desk. Dan reads a lot of fantasy; I recently hooked him up with Glen Cook's Black Company series, so I figured he'd be interested. Dan works nights, so I left it with him to give him something else to do (libraries are especially boring by about 10pm, barring late night insane people). The next day (yesterday) I came in to find out they'd photocopied my story and it was making the rounds. Mind you, this is something I'd never do: I'd hate to put someone on the spot, especially if that's not their cup of tea. Dan would be safe enough, but he's the only SF/F fan in the lot. Today, however, I came in to find that it'd been added to the faculty work display in the lobby. They color-copied the magazine cover, added the first page and my short bio, and put it in with the English professors and the book jackets of their literary novels. I told Rita (who's in charge of the display) that was nice, but why did she do it? She said, "Why not? We're proud of you."

Did I mention they're swell people there?