I want to say again that I lubs me my new job. Some of the rose-tinted glasses-glow will undoubtedly fade in time--like I note that under each editors' desk, we have our very own personal space heater, which bodes scariness come winter (note to self: bring sweater), and there's a gigantic, framed Shakespeare poster hanging behind my desk which is there to cover a huge hole in the wall*, something I find charming now, but expect I'll want to roll my eyes at down the road**--but I'm still deep into the honeymoon phase of my shiny, new career.
And my muse is starting to perk up from all the new stimuli. I'm thinking I need to write a story set on a transit train . . .
*At least it's a Shakespeare poster which is so much cooler than one of those lame motivational ones.
**Especially if there's a chilly draft out of that hole come the cold season.
I got an email from a publisher/editor asking for my permission to reprint my column, Writing for Young Readers, on their website. I'm a bit surprised since it just started last month, but also quite flattered. The first column is still under an exclusive publication agreement with Writing-World and will be for several more months--as I told the editor/publisher--but I'm more than amenable to discussing future reprint options. 'Course, they didn't mention payment, and when I hopped out to their website, I couldn't find their guidelines, but I'm pleased to have been asked.
- 200 on a piece of fiction. Woo!