All black again. And skunk feet.

The Great Highlighting Debacle has come to its predestined conclusion. I dyed my hair back to black. And yes, I have learned my lesson. The color of my hair is black, and black it shall be. Never again will I muck with the natural order of the blackness. So mote it be.

Hobkin is in full winter skunk mode. His coat is getting soft and thick, and all he wants to do is cuddle with me on the couch. It’s adorable except he’s been wanting a full half of the space. He keeps nudging me over until he’s taking up as much room as he possibly can. I guess he thinks if there’s two of us, we should split the chaise 50/50. And if I try to scootch him over, he tenses up his muscles and digs in–even in his sleep!–and makes it really hard to nudge him over. I could just lift him up and plop him down again, but that seems rude somehow. Well, he’s cute, so can get away with it.


I love it when he sleeps on his back with all four paws in the air.

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Got an email via the Daily Dragon asking if the rumors that Drew Hayes had died were true or not. 1. I had no idea who Drew Hayes was and 2. rumors? What rumors? Engaged my Google-fu and discovered he is (was?) the creator of the comic Poison Elves but not anything related to a timely or untimely demise. Anyone out in Internet-land have any info on the matter before I send a reply back to the effect of “guh”?

   


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Received:
4-day “Well received . . . a lot to admire . . . but” from Lenox Ave.
19-day form “tbtthh” from Pedestal.

Fooie. Want a sale now, plez.

New Words: 1000
Still no title, but making good progress on the story. And, err, now I’m getting a little worried about the scope. This tale’s beginning to push my initial word count estimate. *throws up hands in exasperation* Stupid muse. NOT a novelette, dammit. Certainly not a novella!

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4,565 / 6,500
(70.0%)

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Getting back into the swing of things

fosteronfilm subjected me to the most atrocious made-for-TV movie yesterday, in his on-going effort to make his review site as comprehensive as possible. Urf. I’ve even wiped the memory of the title from my memory. It was something made in the ’70s about a police case surrounding a series of mysterious murders that looked like a werewolf did them. It was bad. Really really bad. And I didn’t even have alcohol to soften the pain of the badness.

   


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Updated my Children’s Markets Listing to include a couple “at a glance” tables with the just the basics: market name, audience age, word limits, pay, and couple other stats.

Received checks yesterday from Carnifex Press for “Caesar’s Ghost” (published) and from Dark Cloud Press for “Sins of the Mother” (forthcoming). Woot!

New Words: 500
On the Red Riding Hood re-telling short story which, err, still doesn’t have a proper title.

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3,611 / 6,500
(55.0%)

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Still recovering from my hellatious flare-up. But I’m feeling much better. And oddly, I’m craving chocolate.

   


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I was too worn out to write, so instead I did something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, I added a Children’s Market Listing to my website. I’ve had a hard time finding good, up-to-date and reasonably comprehensive resources, so I decided to create one. Of course, the trick is to keep it both comprehensive and up-to-date. . .

And got a 60-day form “meh” from Glimmer Train. Sigh. I’m beginning to jones for a juicy sale.

A turn for the worse

I think I had a bad reaction to the new med that my Rheumatologist prescribed. Or I just had a super-duper flare-up experience. Spiked a fever, was dizzy and nauseous, had an agonizing headache–the kind where you can feel your heartbeat in your skull and wish your heart would stop–and was too sore to move for all of yesterday. Spent most of the time curled up in a whimpering ball, praying for sleep or any other form of unconsciousness–delirium, coma, death, whatever. But for all my misery, it passed, for the most part, in 24-hours. I’m still weak and woozy today, but my fever has gone down, my head feels fragile but fine otherwise, and while I’m still sore, it’s a tolerable ache. Weird.

So that was my day yesterday.

I think Hobkin knew that I was feeling terrible. He spent all of yesterday curled up with me, even when I knew I had to be overheating him with my feverishness. ‘Course when I’m burning up with a fever, having a furry, heat-radiating lumpkin at my side was a little sweltering, but still, it was nice having him there. And fosteronfilm was an excellent nurse. He brought cooling relief in the form of chilled soda cans to have me hold and apply to my forehead, and he brought me soup. My hubby and skunkie love me.

   


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I queried a submission I had with Vestal Review since April. Their response: “We have replied to all April submissions This means your story was rejected.” Humph. They didn’t answer the salient question I asked: “Did you receive it?” *grumble grumble* Fine. Next market!

Chemistry, woot

So my Rheumatologist prescribed me a muscle relaxant/sleep aid. Why do I always get downers when what I really want is uppers, dammit? He did, however, make my day by asking me whether I’d lost weight. When I eyed him and told him “no, if anything I’d gained some and was trying to lose pounds,” he pshawed and said my weight was fine and not to lose any. Suhweet! I’d still like to lose about eight pounds, but it’s nice to get a medical person saying I don’t need to. However, he did say I needed to exercise more. Meh.

Spent yesterday in a groggy haze crashed out on the couch. Hobkin was a sweetie and flopped beside me for large chunks of my couch napping. He’s beginning to put on his winter coat–very soft and sleek. Although he’s also ejecting the last of his summer coat. Skunk fluff everywhere.

Netflix sent us Sahara (the 2005 movie with Matthew McConaughey, not the 1943 classic with Humphrey Bogart). Watched it on Thursday night, so stiff and achy I couldn’t turn my head. In a fit of frustrated pain, I decided to self-medicate. Sure I could’ve taken Tramadol or an OTC analgesic, but we had a half bottle of wine chilling in the ‘fridge. Amazingly, I had two whole glasses. For anyone that isn’t familiar with my drinking habits and capacity, usually one full glass of wine is enough to make me ridiculously loopy. Two is enough to knock me out. Not only did two not knock me out, but I was only laughably inebriated. So yes, it had a medicinal effect. The wine helped my neck, or at least the fact that I couldn’t turn it didn’t bug me so much. And yes, I enjoyed the movie. I suspect it was not nearly as hilarious as I thought it was, though.

   


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Received:
1-day “Although engaging and smoothly-written” rejection from Lone Star Stories (zounds, ericmarin is fast with his slush!).
58-day “I really liked this story. The only problem is that the supernatural event isn’t strong enough . . . ” from the Shadow Regions anthology. With invite to submit to Surreal (edited by the same guy) when they open up again.

Also got a note from the Editorial Secretary of 9 asking for me to send their refused check back to Greece so they can issue me a new one. I hope they remember to include the bank charge my bank tacked on. But I’m glad it’s being taken care of.

And after a query to Space & Time, got a prompt and courteous note back from the editor saying that they were just absolutely full. No, he hadn’t seen my story, but they were way overbought, so consider it released. Glargh. That story’s been there since January. But good to know finally the status of that poor submission.

New Words: 900
Returning to the short story. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to shuffle back and forth between projects, and at least I can see the end of the tunnel with this. Going to try to see this one through before going back to the novel. I keep wondering if I should outline this one, although I rarely outline short stories. I’ve deviated from a chronologically linear writing style already, and I find myself revolving around some plot point issues. The notes I’m making for this story are longer than some flash stories I’ve written. Gleep.

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3,058 / 6,500
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Yep, I’m sick.

The swelling joints in my fingers to go with the aches in my neck and shoulders as well as the perpetual exhaustion have convinced me that I’m having a flare-up, fever or no. Made an appointment with my Rheumatologist for Friday. Also got a note from the leech labs, and it seems my white blood count is low, so there’s qualitative indication that all is not well on the Eugie front. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Dragon*Con took a lot out of me and then I followed that up with GABPC which, while nothing on the scale of Dragon*Con, undoubtedly threw my system off just as it was in the process of recovering. I’m sure the whacked out sleep cycle I’m on isn’t helping either. (Being awake at 4:30AM is not my idea of healthful.) So yeah, I feel like crap.

My Things-to-Do list is exploding out of all reasonable size and all I want to do is sleep. Of course, I piddle about with a meme. All the cool kids are doing it . . .
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Ouch. A day of complaints.

Apparently, I have angered the gods of wellbeing. Everything hurts. My shoulders and neck feel fused together–or at least like they really would like to be–wingstubs are deeply upset, and I’ve got this odd and persistent pain in my right breast. It’s a hot, jabby ache, worse than a bruise but not sharp like a cut. I slept for something like fourteen hours yesterday, and I’m still tired. I’d say I was in a flare, but I haven’t spiked a fever (yet).

Seems like I overdid something. Stupid body.

   


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A Harmony of Foxes
New words: 1100
The novel continues apace.

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16,888 / 45,000
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GABPC overview

The GABPC was interesting. I attended a panel on the Legal Aspects of Production, A Production Assistant Overview, and a pair of seminars on film editing. Networking was pushed a huge amount, which resulted in me handing out several of my cards, and of course fosteronfilm giving out a slew of his. I also got asked what I did quite frequently, and when I said I was a writer, it was assumed I meant a screenplay writer. I found myself having to explain that no, I was a literary writer. Odd to call myself that, but in the context, it was the best way I had to differentiate. Amusingly, one aspiring film student asked me, after I told her “yes, I’d sold my work” whether I’d gotten “distribution.” Huh. Distribution. Not “where have you been published?” but if I’d gotten distribution. The film world.

As an interesting addendum, I brought my spanky new Cthulu backpack to the conference (acquired in a fit of madness at D*C). It got an amused reception by the GABPC folks, but the majority of the people there who commented upon it didn’t know it was 1. Cthulu and 2. Who this “Cthulu” was. “I haven’t seen that show” or “What movie was that from?” was the usual response. And even after I explained that Cthulu was an elder god type from H.P. Lovecraft’s stories, I still got blank looks. These folks don’t know who Lovecraft is. Guh?

Also attended the Writers Workshop, which was much more up my alley. It was, of course, focused on writing screenplays, but it was very informative. Writing for film is not actually all that similar to non-film writing. On a rudimentary level, they’re similar, but there’s a lot that’s different too. It seems like so much more of a group effort.

We didn’t stick around for the film festival or the closing ceremonies. Waking up early enough to get to the panels was exhausting for both of us. We’re such slackers, I know.

Amusing insight of the weekend: the indie film mantra sounds suspiciously like the small press one. “My films are fresh and new, not a formulaic sell-out that the big houses churn out. What’s that? Hollywood wants me? Where do I sign?” vs “What I write is too risky, unlike the uninspired pap the big presses pump out. What’s that? Harper-Collins wants to publish me? Where do I sign?”

Also, every biz has their own confounding jargon. In the first editing workshop, at the beginning I was verily perplexed as I had no idea what every other word the presenter spoke meant. After a while, the context sunk in and I was able to go with it–a bit like watching Shakespeare on the stage–something clicked after a while and it made sense on a sub-brain level. Hey, I’ve picked up the rudiments of a new, fancy lexicon. I did figure out that while film editing is very different from magazine or fiction editing, it’s still all about the cutting and tightening.

   


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Got the contract for “The Bunny of Vengeance and the Bear of Death” for Fantasy Magazine. And FM is now available from Clarkesworld, both single issues and subscriptions. Woo.

New words: 500
After the Writers Workshop at the GABPC, I realized that the reason I was so stymied with my A Harmony of Foxes novel was because I hadn’t worked through some of the basics of my plot. So I went into my outline, did a major overhaul, and am much happier with it. My muse is engaged with it once more. I’m going to have to hack out large chunks which I wrote earlier that don’t work in the new incarnation, but hey, I’m back to work on the novel!

Club 100 For Writers
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500/day
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GABPC: up at the buttcrack of dawn

Up way, way too early. *groan* I heard owls, owls hooting as I was brushing my teeth. Whoever coordinated the Georgia Big Picture Conference (GABPC) is obviously a morning person. And they scheduled fosteronfilm for a 9AM panel. Oof.

fosteronfilm assured me that I did not, as it were, resemble a refugee from an anime show, so I did without a hat and went with him to the meet-n-greet for the guests of the GABPC. We met. We gret. Then we came home and watched animated rabbit carnage (aka Watership Down).

Must shamble off and wake up the hubby now.

   


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Got the contract for “Sins of the Mother” from Dark Cloud Press. I’ll sign and send it back on Monday.