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54 Fed Ex boxes, one less potential skunkie in need of rescuing

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Received via Federal Express priority mail this morning: Fifty-four (54!) boxes of movie promo material for the Dragon*Con Independent Film Festival Track. Both Matthew and the Fed Ex delivery guy were somewhat flabbergasted. I'm amused. Except all those boxes are stacked up in our dining room currently, and I don't want them just sitting there for the two and half weeks until the convention. We're going to need some assistance to get them to the convention as well, since we can't possibly fit all of them into either of our cars.

We opened some of them and they appear to be baseball caps and posters. Baseball caps. Huh.

There will be many freebies. Hobkin is in denial. He refuses to go into the dining room and scampers past the area without looking at it when he crosses the room. Poor little guy!

Also got an email from someone via my Mustalayday Grove website asking about skunk care and keeping, specifically diet and veterinary requirements. I sent them a brief rundown of Hobkin's diet plan. They asked for more details, so I sent them an example day's meal for Hobkin as well as letting them know about shots and other basics of veterinary care. They responded that, though they think skunks are cool, they're just too high maintenance for them.

I feel exceedingly pleased with myself. Not that I'm trying to dissuade people from having skunks as pets, just that I want to do my part to make sure that people don't adopt a skunk on an impulse without knowing what they're getting into. If I can bring someone to understand that a skunk is totally unsuitable for their personality or lifestyle before they get one, I count that as a good deed accomplished. There are already too many abandoned animals in shelters who have been neglected or abused, and who have been fed and/or housed poorly, because people didn't understand what it takes to properly care for them.

Prevention much better than cure. Going to go hug my fuzzwit now.

Writing Stuff:

- Received a polite reject from the Blood Lust anthology on a reprint, with invitation to submit to future projects of the editor.
- Sent out four queries to publishers for a transitional chapter book.

Selling fiction has become an addiction for me, and I mean that in a literal sense. The first sale I made, the adrenalin spiked through me, I went screaming through the house, flapping my arms and hooting like a madwoman (Matthew can attest to my lunatic behavior). I was zingy and gleeful, able to summon up that warm glow of elation for weeks afterward. In fact, it was enough of a high to last me until my second sale, which occurred one year later. Upon making that one, I experienced a similar response, but not as intense. I didn't have to wait as long until the next sale (about four months this time), and the reaction I experienced from that was comparatively minor. I was excited and happy, but it faded quickly.

Subsequent sales have elicited less reaction, especially to smaller markets, but even repeat sales to big markets don't give me the same kick as the very first one did. So now I need more frequent and bigger sales in order to get a fix, and I start longing for them sooner. I'm also preoccupied with rejectomancy and response-time predictions. I peer at my logs on a daily basis, even though I know only twenty-four more hours have passed since I last perused them, run stats and figures on my response times, and generally obsess. I also get jittery if I'm kept away from email for any length of time, or if I have to stop USPS mail service (e.g. when on vacation). Hi, my name's Eugie and I'm a sales-a-holic . . .

In summary: I'm jonesing bad for a sale and it's been less than a month since my last one .
I'm feeling:
confused confused
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On August 16th, 2004 02:48 pm (UTC), lord_darkseid commented:
Hmm.... I'm guessing you need help with some of this stuff then? *shrug*
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On August 17th, 2004 02:32 pm (UTC), eugie replied:
Well, Matthew does. It's his track. Then again, it's our dining room. Sigh. I'll holler if I need to draft DD staff for lugging help.
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On August 17th, 2004 02:34 pm (UTC), eugie replied:
Re: hurrah for avoiding inappropriate pets
I continue to be slack-jawed at the idea of people keeping tigers as pets. I wish everyone would think through what it means to be a pet owner . . .
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On August 16th, 2004 03:49 pm (UTC), ex_angeldove677 commented:
Good for you, Eugie, for explaining to these people how to properly take care of a skunk. You're right, many people get animals in an impulse. BTW, those boxes you've had looked like my living room 2 years ago. It was more than 50. There were lots. I mean, we couldn't walk in the living room because of sports cards boxes my hubby used to sell on ebay. Our house became a warehouse, it was embarrassing. Now I'm glad that is over. Enjoy the promo material for the dragon*con. :D
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On August 17th, 2004 02:35 pm (UTC), eugie replied:
I'm not sure how much enjoyment I'm going to get out of hats and posters. Mostly I think I'll be glad to get rid of them!
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On August 16th, 2004 04:15 pm (UTC), alc2i commented:
Stuff & skunk knowledge
I've got an old blazer with lots of cargo space & plan to take all of Friday off for the con weekend anyway. If you need help hauling stuff downtown, I'd be happy to volunteer. I'll email you my home number if you want to call and talk over plans.

You're doing the right thing with the skunk knowledge. There's been more than a couple of times in my life when my dreams were nowhere near the reality. I'm thankful for the folks that clue me into the realities before I have to learn the hard way. A hard lesson is a great teacher but, it's still a hard lesson. You didn't know I was such a wimp did you? :-)
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On August 17th, 2004 02:35 pm (UTC), eugie replied:
Re: Stuff & skunk knowledge
Thanks for the offer of help. We'll keep you in mind if we need an extra set of hauling wheels!
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On August 16th, 2004 04:36 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Otay, it's time for the white jacket. ;-)

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On August 17th, 2004 02:37 pm (UTC), eugie replied:
Re: Addiction
I'm exempt from commitment, professional courtesy and all . . .
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On August 16th, 2004 06:01 pm (UTC), faerie_writer commented:
"The first sale I made, the adrenalin spiked through me, I went screaming through the house, flapping my arms and hooting like a madwoman (Matthew can attest to my lunatic behavior). I was zingy and gleeful, able to summon up that warm glow of elation for weeks afterward."

Hee. Hee. You sound like me. I made my first book sale in the summer, so my daughter was home at the time. After the phone call ended, I screamed and squealed and jumped up and down. Poor Chelsea thought I'd lost my mind.

~Maggie, who also almost hung up on her first book sale phone call because she thought it was a telemarketer. ;)
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On August 17th, 2004 02:39 pm (UTC), eugie replied:
"Maggie, who also almost hung up on her first book sale phone call because she thought it was a telemarketer"

Really? Eeep! We screen all our phone calls, but a part of me frets that good phone call folks won't leave messages on the machine for some reason or other . . .
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