encouraging rejection
From The Life of Charlotte Bronte, by Elizabeth Gaskell: As a forlorn hope, we tried one publishing house more. Ere long, in a much shorter space than that on which experience had taught him to calculate, there came a letter, which he opened in the dreary anticipation...Site news…
I’m turning off comments on older entries because spammers have found my site. May the fleas of a thousand buffalo infest their crotches! I’ll leave comments on for newer entries, but if you feel the need to follow up my ancient post about my television...Sallya is safely in New Jersey
I was out at the ROF slush page, and was very pleased to see Sallya. Yay! I’ve been trying not to go and stare until my head explodes, but it’s very reassuring to think that Sallya is really there, and in Carina’s hot little hands. There are...June sucked
‘Nuff said, really. June was the suck. I promptly sent out my rejected story to a new market, but that’s about it. I do still have two stories in progress, and am contemplating a TV script and a potential novel (meep!), but basically the month was spent on...Check it out!
The divine Misha gets the credit she deserves for her awesome write-up of the Campbell Award Smackdown at Wiscon. The Smackdown itself was a truly great moment in SF literary history, and one I hope becomes an annual tradition. How can you resist Tim Pratt, Jay Lake,...Adonis
In August, 1991, I was a graduate art student in Texas. I’d recently acquired a tortoiseshell kitten from a little girl sitting in front of the local Kroger, a cute little turbocharged thing I named Persephone. I got her in the break between classes, and when I...I know I said this before, but…
…I think this story is an Analog story. Yes, I know I said that about “Corporate Oversight” and Dr. Schmidt proved me wrong, but this time I really mean it. Not the nightmare story. “Grandfather Paradox.” The nightmare story is not loving...Homeward bound
I’m in the Chicago airport right now. Madison was fun, but after all the rain–my flight from Milwaukee was cancelled because of heinous rain, so they drove us to Chicago–I’m ready to be back in Atlanta. In short, WHERE’S THE FUCKING...Bounce!
Jen and I bouncing with the discarded chicken suit at the Tiptree auction, courtesy of the divine Misha, roving Wiscon reporter.Subscribe
