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Just sold reprint of "Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast" to Apex Magazine! *happy dancing*
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Just sold reprint of "Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast" to Escape Pod. *Woot!*
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Feels like the cosmos is patting me on the head for decreasing my hamster load. Just sold reprint "When Shakko Did Not Lie" to PodCastle.
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So tired. Paying for the sleep deprivation of the last week+ now. Upped dose of stimulants and pouring caffeine as quickly into my system as possible, but I'm still stumbling into door frames and blinking dazedly at the computer screen—although my heart's pattering double-time. Wheee. Praying that I can fumble through today without making some calamitous boo-boo.
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Week 1 of session 2009 down. Felt pretty wiped by end of week, but so far, it hasn't been too bad. Late night every day ('cept Friday; the legislators scamper out on Friday as soon as they can, so we hardly ever work late on Fridays during session). But not that late, and I didn't have to work this weekend. I think my recent med change is causing me to be less resilient than I was last year. Not much I can do about it but keep on chugging along. The fierce cold didn't help. Friday was cold in the way I hoped never to be cold again—that whole moving to the South from the frigid Midwest and all. Painfully cold with a bitter windchill that steals the breath and numbs the face and fingers in under a minute. But it's warmed up a bit, thankfully. All hail the amazing Georgia sun.
Writing Stuff Eagerly awaiting my contrib. copy of Interzone #220 which is winging its way to me across the pond. I saw a review of the issue from the blogosphere which made me happy. Regarding "Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast":
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The first Dragon*Con director's meeting was tonight. It always seems to be right before the legislative session convenes, right when I'm frantically trying to get as much taken care of before everything gets put on hold. Guess that's what laptops are for. Multitasking is me.
Writing Stuff The Killers anthology, edited by Colin Harvey, with my story "Beautiful Summer," is a finalist in the 2nd Annual Black Quill Awards in the category of “Best Dark Genre Fiction Collection.” Go vote, y'all!
Cover by Adam Tredowski.
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The spreadsheet informs me that I'm around 800 words away from the ever-so-elusive 40K. It needs to be longer than that, since the story won't be finished in 800 words—I'm thinking maybe another 10K—but 40K has been a huge ole wall that I haven't been able to get past before. And I'm actually beginning to believe I will this time. Ooo.
They're going to serialize it in five parts, starting with their April '09 issue. I've never had a story serialized before (although I do have a two-parter slated for publication in a couple forthcoming and yet-to-be-announced issues of Cricket), and I hadn't originally written this story to be a serial. But as I was perusing the B&SQ guidelines—which indicate that they're only looking for fiction 1.5K words or less—I saw that they were also interested in serials, with each part around that 1.5K-word mark. And I remembered that "Gifts" is broken into four or five distinct scenes of about that length. Quick tweak to change the scene breaks to part breaks, and voila, five-part story ready to be serialized. Shiny serendipity.
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Received a note from Go listen, yo! Rachel also said that she'd like to buy "Daughter of Bótù" for more podcasting goodness. Happy squeeage all around!
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Yes, there has been a dearth of posts. The hamsters are at the gates, and they are bitey. Dragon*Con is this week (GAH!), and the schedule changes—O the schedule changes. (Did I mention, "GAH!"?) Busy does not begin to describe it. I've let The Fix pretty much fall by the wayside this week and last. I'm hoping to publish a glut of reviews this week before the convention starts, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to squeeze in the time.
Hobkin is better, although he still has a bit of a limp. We've noticed that he limps less after walking around, so we've been trying to encourage him to move more—which is about as effective as one might expect. But he's much better, which is a great relief.
Matthew's birthday was last Friday. It was pretty low key. I made him a chocolate cream pie (his favorite) and got him a teragigabyte external hard drive, which he immediately put to film festival use. I've got far fewer guest duties at Dragon*Con than last year, which is intentional; last year I was so busy and stressed out, I didn't really enjoy the convention. I decided this year I wouldn't over-schedule myself unto oblivion so I could try to have a little fun.
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*REMINDER: We're switching ISPs. My Comcast email address will be defunct as of tomorrow. Please use my eugiefoster.com or gmail addresses from now on!
We took it to the Honda dealership on the off chance that it was the alternator and not just the battery. Just the battery, though, thank goodness; apparently one of the cells went bad. They also wanted to hit us up for a 90-mile service and a routine maintenance/oil-change/check-up (since we're overdue). The former would've included changing the timing belt, which braced So yeah, we told them "no can do, just the battery, please." We'll take it to a lube-n-go place for the oil change, and I'm fully prepared to use the old timing belt until it dies, thank-you-very-much. The only thing I'm a little worried about is that my SRS (the airbag system) warning light has been on for a while, and I'd like to have the sensor checked. If it's the seatbelt, both the check and fix would be covered under Honda's warranty. But if it's the SRS system, it's not, and we'd have to eat the $190 appraisal as well as whatever it'd cost to get it fixed. It's rather a lot to gamble on warranty vs. no warranty, but at the same time, the airbag wouldn't deploy right now in an accident, which really makes me nervous. I really don't get along well with hardware stuff. It's expensive, capricious, and baffling. Sigh. *Another benefit from my new 4x10 workweek: In addition to not having to make the drive to the train station and back on my day off and thereby saving on my overall gasoline use, since I'm leaving earlier in the morning and coming back later in the evening, the traffic is better—much better in the morning and slightly better in the evening. I don't have enough data points to know for sure exactly how much time I'm shaving off my daily commute, but I'd estimate right now that it's something like half an hour. Sweet.
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So we're finally switching our ISP from Comcrap. Between the appallingly bad customer service, the increasingly slow connection speeds, the frequent outages, and their throttling/blocking of peer-to-peer traffic, not to mention the premium rates they charge for this shoddy service, I've been ready to kick them to the curb for ages. But we've been holding off because 1. We wanted to ensure that the ISP we switch to will have broadband speeds comparable to what we're getting now (easier and easier to achieve as our connection speeds continued to decay to near-dial-up slowness) 2. We were hoping to take advantage of a juicy "switch to us!" incentive deal and 3. It's a ginormous pain to change email addresses, and we've wanted to gradually migrate away from our ISP email accounts. The stars aligned, the cosmos gave its nod of approval, and lo, our new ISP destiny is now. Or rather, the end of this month. Ergo, anyone who's still using my old Comcast email address, it's going to be deactivated in a week. Please update your address books accordingly and send all future emails to either my eugiefoster.com domain email or my gmail address.
Writing Stuff I'm absolutely loving my new 4x10 work hours. Not only am I pleased as punch to have an extra day off each week, but I'm also tickled to have the extra hours per day at work. I can get so much more done! I've written more this week than I have since session ended, which means this is the most productive I've been all year.
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Still floating high about selling Returning My Sister's Face to Norilana. Thanks for the deluge of congrats! Things I've done this week: • Sold my flash story "The Wiggly People" (audio reprint) to Drabblecast.
• Write. So yeah, not a productive week...
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Got the most incredible, fabulous, wonderful news! Norilana Books—founded and owned by the talented and lovely Vera Nazarian ( The collection will contain a selection of my Far Eastern fantasy stories originally published in venues including Realms of Fantasy, Paradox, and Baen's Universe and will be released in both hard cover and trade paperback. The tentative hard cover release date is first quarter 2009 with the trade paperback to follow three months after. *squee!* A bit of blurbage to whet the appetite: Enchantment, peril, and romance pervade the shadowy Far East, from the elegant throne room of the emperor's palace to the humble tea house of a peasant village. These are stories of adventure and magic from the Orient: the maiden who encounters an oni demon in the forest, the bride who discovers her mother-in-law is a fox woman, the samurai who must appease his sister's angry ghost. Where luck can be found in a jade locket, and dark and light are two sides of harmony, therein lies the stuff of legend.
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It's been eerily quiet in the office. Many folks are gone for the week, escaping on a much-needed vacation now that session is over. I'm the only editor in residence in the editor's room today*, although the senior editor is also here in her office. One of the attorneys came in to say "hi" and fell asleep on the couch for half an hour or so—it is, admittedly, quite a comfy couch. Everyone's in serious depressurization mode. Beginning to make forays into my to-do list. I've also opened up my writing files and have started putting (or rather, trying to put) words on the page. *Edit:
Writing Stuff I was utterly delighted by the wonderful things James Patrick Kelly said 'bout The Fix in his "On the Net: Son of Gallimaufry" article in the June Asimov's:
Glargh. The words, they are are not coming easily. And the ones that do come, they suck. Was feeling pretty disheartened by the end of the writing session, so I took out one of my completed (and sold) stories to read—one that I'm particularly fond of—to remind me that I am indeed capable of putting together a reasonable sentence and crafting a readable tale. 'Cause it sure doesn't feel like it. My writing muscle's gone gimpy.
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Feel totally thrashed. This day has been uber grueling, and there's still over four hours of it to go. But I got my bunny slippers on and am eating some non-sugary food*, and the pace has slowed way down. We're mostly in waiting mode as the House and Senate bicker and wrangle their way through their remaining agenda items. And I think my second wind is rounding the bend. *There's been donuts, cookies, pie, and cake a-plenty to be had all day, but the only food o'substance was very meat-laden. However, one of the attorneys saw me gazing at the chock-o-meat pizzas with disappointment and felt sorry for me. She gave me a salad and then, over my protestations, made me a cheese sandwich and a big bowl of popcorn—have I mentioned recently that I really love working here with all the fabulous people in my office? I really love my job...even during session when it kicks my ass. Anyhoo, I didn't think I was particularly hungry, but after snarfing down the salad and sandwich (and I'm snacking on the popcorn now), the bleary haze in my head is beginning to clear.
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