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August 28, 2002

Not Dead, Just Sleepy

The lack of editorial response continues: three weeks without anything. I can hardly stand it. Which is not to say there aren't things going on. To whit:


  • We've painted (some of) our downstairs! Color on the walls beyond the generic beige the builders slap on.
  • School has opened for the fall! And what makes this year especially exciting is that we've got dorms on campus for the first time. This past weekend the campus cops cited 50 students, give or take, for underaged drinking. What fun.
  • Nebula campaigning has started early this year. Got an unsolicited copy of Alien Taste in the mail today. It's on the 2002 preliminary ballot (next year's voting). Kudos to Roc's publicity department.
  • I'm still answering email, from all sorts of interesting people, all of whom are apparentally very fond of stuffed representatios of squid-headed alien deities. Sort of renews my faith in humanity for some odd reason.
  • Lisa may be having to go to a conference for work in a couple weeks. Of all places, it's set in the Planet of the Great Big Mouse. Run away!
  • The kittens continue to interfere with our sleeping. Now we're waking up in the middle of night to discover them lying on our faces. Purring. Cute, but there's that whole lack of oxygen thing going on that we just can't get across to them.
See? Things are happening. Perhaps not very interesting, but happening all the same.

August 15, 2002

Happy Anniversary

Today is my and Lisa's tenth wedding anniversary. Sometimes I can hardly believe it, because it seems like we just met. You've made me very happy over the years, sweetie. Thanks.

Little else to report in other areas: no new rejections for over a week. On the other hand, the Tales of the Plush Cthulhu has somehow attracted attention from the outside world, much more than I ever expected. It is now the most widely read thing I've ever written. Ever. I recently added a FAQ to it, just because of the amount of email I was getting. Reaction can been divided into three camps:


  1. Huh?

  2. That's brilliant/funny/very strange/sick/unique.

  3. I would've made it funnier.

Hmm. Guess I'll move writing a sequel higher on the priority list.

August 07, 2002

Away From Space & Time

Another form reject: 30 days from Space & Time.

August 05, 2002

Analog Passes

A 28 day, say-nothing form rejection from Analog.

August 02, 2002

Dog Days Of Summer

Boy, it's quiet. Damn quiet. No mail until yesterday, when I got a personal rejection letter (clocked at 34 days) from the Book of More Flesh. Otherwise, there's been nothing in the mail. Editors everywhere are likely at the beach.

But life does go on. Went to my cousin's wedding last weekend, a whirlwind trip down to Brunswick that lasted 30 hours (collective trip time, not the wedding). Also finished step one on an Arts & Crafts project for the Clinically Insane - nothing that'll help my writing career, just an arty kind of thing to do for my own personal amusement. Tell you more about it when I've got something to show. Otherwise, I'll just let you wonder.

Also, I'd like to give a big shout out to Emily of Fool on the Hill, for linking to (and possibly posting on a couple of Yahoo! discussion groups) my last bit of personal amusement, Tales of the Plush Cthulhu. Thanks, Em. The counter on that is now roughly a hundred times higher than I ever expected it to go. What up with that?