Weekend: photo shoot at Grant Park to get some promo shots for the Girls of Dragon*Con Breast Cancer Charity Calendar. Fun, but cold. Very, very cold. Will post pix as I can.
Not enough sleep. Haven't seen husband or skunk for more than a few minutes all week. Coffee habit resumed. And it appears that the General Assembly is indeed going to adjourn for two weeks in March to hammer out the PeachCare for Kids financial mess, meaning that the session will be extended through the middle of April.
Urg. I die now, please.
I saw the other day on Ralan that Cicada was glutted and closed to submissions. Urk. I sent them something about ten days ago. Hope it manages to slip under the wire.
Note from lynnejamneck letting me know that they've decided to cancel the Supernatural Sleuth anthology due to an insufficient number of strong enough submissions. That's another story orphaned, my second this year.
That was the publisher's fault and not Lynne's. If the press had not been bigoted and allowed male authors to submit, then they would have gotten a richer selection of tales. Lesbian presses need to be more like their brothers - gay presses - and not be androgynistic.
Thanks, sweetie. It's just that there's a few writing milestones that I've been straining and yearning to make since I started doing this seriously, and it seems they're as far away and unattainable as they ever were, and I'm not making any headway. Breaking into SH is one of them . . . along with the "Big 3" digests. Sigh.
But I'll keep sending 'em stuff . . .
You've got so much goin' on, man. I feel like a slacker.
That's way cool about the MMP. Next time it'll be one with just your name on the cover. As for the "Wah" stuff, it's disillusioning as hell how you (the figurative you. The royal, editorial you) always seem to have to start from zero again, despite the big flashy sales.
Meh. Since the beginning of the year, I've been running on momentum. With the mandates of my day job, I've been doing precious little on the writing front. Mostly trying to keep stuff out and about that hasn't found a home yet. So plenty of slackness here. Hoping to get back in the swing of things once the session ends . . . in late April. Wah!
I think no matter how big or flashy the sales a writer makes, it's our lot to have to deal with rejection. 'Least that's what I keep telling myself when the "no"s come in.