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So apparently I’m in sporadic LJ mode. But let’s see if I can’t get a little more caught up:

News and updates:

I just sold an excerpt of a story titled “Troubadour and the Moon” to the Eggplant Literary Productions Library. Woo!

I don’t usually submit to online markets (with a few notable exceptions) but this one caught my imagination. Here’s a blurb from their guidelines:

“Inspired by such fantasy libraries as those found in Robin McKinley’s Beauty and Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series, Eggplant Literary Productions has decided to open its own library. The shelves will be filled with books of the other: books that have never existed and that haven’t been written yet. What I am looking for are excerpts from such books.”

People have asked me about seeing my work online, and I’ve always had to “alas” them. So when I heard of this new market, I thought “what better way to put examples of my work in an online arena than to a paying market that publishes excerpts?” So, hurray! A sale, and more online exposure. Writerly goodness.

Also, I got an email from the publicity person from Phobos:

“ . . . I will be working on a publicity campaign for your work with Phobos. I’ll be contacting various media outlets in your hometown as well as throughout the nation (we’re gonna make you famous!). . . .”

Woo! I’m part of a publicity campaign!

We also bought a new, big screen TV. Okay, the deal was that we weren’t going to upgrade our downstairs set until I’d made enough off my writing to pay for it. Well, then Best Buy had this amazing sale paired with a great financing deal. Same as cash for two years. And, since I’d already earned half of the cost from my sale to Phobos, I’m thinking that I really OUGHT to be able to earn the second half in two years. So we now have this TV in our house! I can point to it and say “my writing paid for that.” And Matthew has stopped making “the TV’s too small” noises, and is instead making “ooo, shiiiny” ones.

We also got tickets to Varekai the new Cirque de Soleil show during its tour through Atlanta. We’re total Cirque de Soleil heads. We’ve seen Saltimbanco, Quidam, Alegria, O, and Mystere (several times). They put on an amazing show.

In less good news, our ISP, AT&T broadband, is being bought/merging with Comcast. That means my email address and our homepage URL will be changing. AT&T claims that they’ll give us 90 days overlap between when the new account goes up and the old one dies, but markets routinely take more than 90 days to respond. I foresee much anxiety and lost email. Not to mention the annoyance of having to republish our website again. Fuckwad.

On the health front, I’m doing okay. The Prednisone is still doing a roller coaster job on my emotional equilibrium, but I’m more or less dealing with it.

Had an appointment with a neurosurgeon yesterday to discuss my Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. He’s referring me to a neurologist who specializes in it. But he didn’t recommend surgery to remove my wing spurs/tentacle stubs (thankfully, as I wouldn’t want to undergo it), so that’s all good.

Yesterday, we had a fire drill at my place of business. No biggie as I’m in lovely, warm Georgia, it was beautiful outside and I didn’t mind standing in the shade of the huge pine trees that surround the office building. But then, as we were walking back, I stepped on some lawn area that looked flat and even, but wasn’t. Down I went. Thump. Didn’t hurt anything but my dignity, but that got dinged pretty good.

Then I discovered that I’m allergic to the new meds my Rheumatologist put me on. My hands and fingers are swelling and I’m all blotchy. Lovely. I’m off the stupid meds and taking Benadryl (which knocks me out in nothing flat) to ease my system past the allergic freak out it’s having. But I swear, I think I’m getting worse. This med lingers in the system for a long time. And just for more laughs and giggles, I don’t know when I’ll be able to get off the Prednisone now. ARGH.

Stupid physiology.

I got my very first official fan mail today! Bounce!

Dear Eugie,
I missed the announcement of your story’s publication, but recognized your name in the current issue of The Leading Edge, and read your story first. With much pleasure. Keep them coming, and help maintain print SF/F.

The sender is someone from Critters who critiqued my last submission, but not one of my regulars. Someone who isn’t a close friend or family member read something I had published!

The Fantasm meeting went well. Lots got talked about, things got accomplished. I liked seeing people and getting a chance to touch base.

Then we went home to feed Hobkin and us. The meeting was at four (although Matthew mis-read the email and we were an hour early–which I guess makes up for the last one when we were half an hour late) and the party was at ten. I hadn’t realized it was going to start so late, although looking back, I realize that’s pretty par for these sorts of shindigs. So we kicked back at home for a while, and by the time it came for us to get ready, I was feeling pretty antisocial again. Final outcome: we stayed home and watched Attack of the Clones (thanks dude_the!) on the big screen TV upstairs, and I fell asleep.

Sigh.

I did wake up at around 2AM and rattled off a quick short piece to a new market, so there’s some virtue in not being sozzled and silly last night. And Hobkin hugged me all night, so there’s another. But I feel like Weird Recluse Woman.

Maybe we’ll go out to see a movie today. I think I need to get out.

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To offer condolences to the family and friends of the Columbia’s crew and to encourage carrying on their spirit of exploration, the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, Inc. and its members have released the following statement of support.

Please forward this message to everyone you know who is interested in continued space exploration and have them visit http://www.nyx.net/columbia to express their support.

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“I pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave me birth;
Let me rest my eyes on the fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.”

— Robert A. Heinlein;
“The Green Hills of Earth”
(Used by permission)

On the morning of Saturday, February 1st, 2003, seven astronauts aboard the NASA space shuttle Columbia lost their lives as they were returning to Earth from a sixteen-day mission dedicated to the quest for scientific knowledge. They represented not only the United States of America, Israel, and India, but indeed all of humanity — our greatest dreams, our most noble aspirations.

The loss of the Columbia and its crew touches the lives of not just Americans, Israelis, and Indians, but in fact everyone on Earth. The exploration of space is one of the human race’s oldest ambitions, one that has been reflected in our literature long before we developed the technological capability to venture forth into the cosmos. We must not allow this tragedy to bring an end to this magnificent journey, but instead let their courageous example lead us upward and outward.

We the undersigned, members of the professional community of science fiction and fantasy writers, express our most heartfelt sympathy to the families and friends of the crew of the Columbia, and our support to the men and women of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, and the many contributing organizations worldwide, for their continuing efforts to establish humankind as a spacefaring people.

— Written 2/2/2003 by Allen Steele & Friends

Signed,

The President and the Board of Directors of the Science Fiction
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Okay, I haven’t made an entry in a while. I’m still on the prednisone and it’s doing a major kybosh job on my emotional equilibrium. Two and a half more months until the hydroxychloroquine is full power and I can go off the pred. Ugh. And I’m even at half the dose I started on. But, on the positive side of things, I’m healthy. No cold, no cough, and most importantly, no flare-up. ‘Cept if I go off the pred, my Rheumatologist assures me that from the numbers on the barrage of tests he took, I’d flare-up immediately. Dammit.

Unfortunately, my motivation for doing anything–writing, corresponding with people, updating/reading LJ–has gone down the tube. I’ve begun self-medicating, mostly with caffeine although I discovered last night that alcohol works too, in order to get me out of my funk so I can function.

Great. Three months from now I’ll be off the prednisone and addicted to caffeine and an alcoholic. Hmm.

But I’ve been feeling a bit better this week, although I still have to struggle with dips, so wanted to update my LJ. Plus, I’ve had some cool stuff happen.

1. Got my contributor’s copies of Leading Edge and my check! Happy joy! I love seeing my name in print.
2. Found out that Orson Scott Card is indeed going to be editing this year’s Phobos winner’s anthology. OSC is writing an intro to my story! Squee!
3. Yesterday was Groundpig Day. No, not Groundhog Day, but Groundpig Day. It’s what Matthew and I celebrate instead of Valentines Day (which is a big Hallmark foofaraw, ptoo.) Matthew met me at the door with a bunch of roses, his amazing Eggplant Parmesan baking in the oven, and glasses of wine already poured. After dinner we had a nice long soak in the hot-tub and I continued to get tipsy on wine. Hurray for Groundpigs!

Today’s the Fantasm staff/director’s meeting, and following that is the Fantasm party. So, I’m forced to be social, which is a good thing. I think I need something flashy and fun to get my mind out of its chemically-induced doldrums. Even though most of the time this week, all I’ve wanted to do is lie in bed with the covers over my head.

Stupid brain chemicals.

I also dragged myself out of my pred-induced writer’s block and cranked out several thousand words on a story that I’ve been stewing over since last year. I finished it, but it ended up going in a much darker, rather depressing direction that I hadn’t intended when I started it. Gee, I wonder why?

Going to try to catch up on my Friends List now . . . try being the key word here.

Okay, had a follow-up with my Rheumatologist. It’s official. My system is a mess. I don’t just have Lupus. Oh no, that would be too straightforward. I have Mixed Connectivity Tissue Disease which includes Lupus in its line up. I’ve also tested positive for Scleroderma and Polymyositis. Sigh. On an up note, my Rheumatologist prescribed some meds (that I will have to be on indefinitely) that have a low side-effect rate and high “keep me in remission” prognosis. Which will be good once I get stabilized. But . . . dammit. Stupid physiology.

In other news, I wrote a 700-word young children’s fairy tale and a 1000-word old children’s fairy tale, both adapted from Japanese folktales. I’m on a fairy/folktale kick.

I can’t believe the number of critiques I got from Critters. Forty-five. Yes, 45. Glah. But, for the most part, they were fairly glowing. That’s a good thing. Although I’m a bit overwhelmed.

I also got officially accepted into that new writers group, which means I’m in three now. Looking forward to getting the input from this new group.

And dude_the is here! Hurray! Probably going to head out to Little Five Points later today to do some shopping. Got a note from Patrick, though. Car troubles. He won’t be able to make it for our big Superbowl shindig. Pook.

Early morning insomnia. Ugh. Why can’t I sleep when I’m so tired? I’ve been awake for hours.

I’ve got Hobkin snoozing on my lap, which is very soothing. Maybe he’ll ooze fuzzy sleep vibes at me and I’ll be able to take a nap. We gave him a bath on Friday (which he was quite miffed with us about) and he’s all soft and fluffy now. Mmmm. Soft and fluffy squeezy skunk.

The play last night was very silly. Much laughter, yummy food, a very good time. After we got home, we popped in the DVD we got as a gift of “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.” I’d been avoiding watching it because I knew our play was coming up and didn’t want to ruin it. The performance was much better than the movie.

I’m up to nineteen critiques on Critters. And they’re still leaning heavily to the positive side. Yay. Got a couple “it’d be great if you could lengthen this part here, maybe tack on another 500 words” comments that leave me agonized as I’m already at the maximum marketable length for this sort of story. Argh.

Got an invite to join a private writers group by one of my regular critiquers. I’ve received several of them through Critters now, but this is the only one I’ve accepted. Their members are quite illustrious, including a couple editors and several pros. They still have to vote and confer on me, so it’s not a sure thing, but I think it’ll be a good fit.

Yikes a person can get really behind, reading their Friends List on LJ if they just skip a few days. But I am reading everyone’s entries, even if I’m not commenting much.

Tonight we’ve got tickets to see “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum” at the Shakespeare Tavern. I’ve never seen these folks do a musical before. It promises to be entertaining.

I’m up to fourteen crits on Critters now.

I always feel obligated to comment in the author’s notes when I submit a children’s story what my target audience is. I’ve stopped asking people if they think the writing style is age appropriate because I always end up with such contradictory views, but apparently, even the presence of the comment impels people to give me their opinion on that matter. It wouldn’t be problematic, except no one agrees. Sigh.

And I always end up going with my own instincts anyway.

In other news, next week is Superbowl Sunday! I don’t normally follow football. Actually, I only watch it once a year as we have a traditional shindig to watch The Game on the big screen. dude_the and our friend Patrick from New Orleans are coming down for the festivities. Alcoholic goodness and men in tight pants that accentuate their butts. Woohoo!

Finished a 2600-word story inspired by the Japanese Snow Woman fairy tale. I seem to be on a fairy tale/folktale kick.

Speaking of which, my African-flavored folktale is currently up on Critters. It’s received six crits so far, most of which are quite positive. Hurray.

I’m also working on a non-fiction article for girlsonfilm. Should have that wrapped up soon.

I got an email from the Editor of Leading Edge letting me know to look for my contributors copies and payment for “Second Daughter” next week. Hopped to their website and saw that issue #44 is indeed out. It’s dated Dec. 2002, so I wonder how long it’s been off the presses. Doesn’t matter, I get to see my name in print again and hold the check in my hot little hands next week. Woohoo!

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