Words Written: Angelika err, I’ve lost count
Exercise: not yet

The alarm went off at 8:30 a.m. Yuck. I didn’t sleep well. I had so much trouble getting to sleep, and in some half-sleep haze I kept trying to solve some problem (I’m pretty sure it was about a story or the novel or something writing-related), and finally had to tell my subconscious that it didn’t matter if X or Y, because A had to happen first, and what happened with A might negate X, so stop worrying about it. Seriously. This discussion happened in my head. I slept after that. I also dreamed I’d scheduled so much travel this year that I might have double-booked something over a trip to England in May. I was rather sad to remember that dream this morning, because I have no trip to England scheduled in May. I have trips to Portland/Lincoln City (birthday, April workshop, May workshop), possibly Baycon in May, Tucson and San Diego for concerts in June, Eugene in July (Fairieworlds Festival with Morgana and Brian), and Atlanta and Boston in August/September. As well as various local trips. Yoiks.

Of course, it’s now noon, and I’ve heard neither hide nor hair from UPS. It’s going to be just my luck that they show up at 6 p.m., and I won’t be able to walk to the P.O. to mail my party invitations…

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In writing news, Teresa and I were invited to submit to a private call anthology. I didn’t realize until recently how wonderful an invitation like that feels. It’s no guarantee of sale/publication, of course—but it’s an editor saying “You write good, and stand a good chance of writing something perfect for this project. Please try.” And to think I’ve gotten two invitations this month!

(I think I forgot to mention the first one. It came right before we left for Black Oak Lodge, and amazingly, I had a story already written that I thought would be perfect, so I fired it off.) Warm fuzzies all ‘round.

Sarah and I have determined that if we look at the first five chapters of ALNM any more, our eyes will permanently cross. So I’m going to package them up and get them back to the editor.

I got a rejection yesterday from Futurismic for “The Rising”. This is proving to be a difficult story to place—it’s 10K words long and not easily classifiable. I sort of look at it as slipstream-y, but Futurismic rejected it for being fantasy. Sigh. I was about to send it back out, this time to Abyss & Apex, but discovered just in time that they have a reading period. So I’ll have to do some research on where to send it next—most places don’t take stories that long.

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What Have I Done Today to Make My Writing Dream Come True? writing, submissions
Currently Reading: The Retrieval Artist and Other Stories, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Lately Listened To: hm. nothing.
Recently Watched: Monarch of the Glen