summer erotica: 319

Today started out right, with a provisional acceptance of “Redemption” for the erotic history antho. (The editor, whom I’ve worked with before, asks for electronic files of stories she’s pretty sure she’ll use, then sends out final acceptances after the deadline for stories has passed.) So that’s spiffy.

Got a new story in the mail. Well, an old story, really. I wrote it in 1999 or 2000 (I remember the house in which I wrote it…), but it didn’t garner much enthusiasm from critiquers, plus it was a romance and there was a dearth of short romance markets. Now there’s a new one, Arabella, so I pulled the story out, brushed off the dust, made a few minor changes, got someone to look at it with fresh eyes, tweaked a couple of things based on that crit, and sent it out. Meanwhile, I’m waiting on one more crit on “Heaven Has Eyes”, which I wrote when we were in Portland, and then I’ll make any tweaks to that and send it out. That’ll bring my stories circulating total to 21. I don’t know if I’ve ever broken 20 before.

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So, that freefall drop ride I mentioned yesterday. I probably would have gone on it if it hadn’t cost so much, but I did at the time express my concern about fair rides, which are put up and taken down so frequently, and are more likely to break.

Yup. Someone got hurt over the weekend when the first net didn’t slow them down enough. Ken said, “It looks like your instincts were correct.” “But I didn’t _want_ my instincts to be correct!” I protested.

Thankfully the person was not injured severely.

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It’s too hot here. The afternoons and early evenings are just yucky. I’m trying to figure out how to change my schedule and work later in the night. I guess I should sleep from noon until dusk, but I know that will never work. But I may get into the habit of staying up later and sleeping later, if only to capitalise on the cooler nights.

We did a ton of grocery shopping today, yay, and I did computer-type work and paid bills. We made chicken/yogurt/cilantro/mint/wheat tortilla wraps and salad for dinner. Folks came over for sewing, including three newcomers from last week, who are amazingly enthusiastic and ask the best questions. I talked about 14th C garb far more than I ever want to again, and head coverings, and hair, and belts, and SCA awards, and pointy hats, and… I was exhausted by the end of it. Pleased, but wiped out.

We finished disc 1 of season 1 of “Angel” tonight, with a truly creepy episode that I did mostly remember.

Wrote a pathetic amount of words on an erotica piece for an antho that’s due tomorrow. I’m just not into it. I’ll review it in the morning and see if it’s salvageable. If it’s not, no biggie. I haven’t got much invested in it. Which may explain a lot.