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

   


Writing Stuff

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.

   


Writing Stuff

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.

   


Writing Stuff

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
(47.0%)

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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.

   


Writing Stuff

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

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16,888 / 45,000
(37.0%)

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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.

   


Writing Stuff

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!

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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.

   


Writing Stuff

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

Shallow post: I’m vain. Yes, I know.

glenn5 swung by yesterday for dinner (home baked veggie pot pie and beer bread) and a movie (Gentleman Prefer Blondes) and I realized beforehand that 1. I needed to visit the Kaiser-Permanente leeches to get my bi-monthly blood test and 2. We were out of both fresh mushrooms and tofu. Errands in the morning, yo.

At the grocery store (sporting a lovely new bruise on the inside of my elbow–I didn’t get the nice technician whom I adore, but a rather brusque guy who was fine with the needle entry, but too cavalier with the exit. Ouch.), I saw a hair coloring kit for do-it-yourself highlights. I’ve wanted to try highlights for a while now–something burgundy or a dark copper–but didn’t want to spend what it would cost at a salon to have it done professionally since I didn’t know whether I’d like it enough to make it worth the money. The virtue of hair coloring, if I hate it, I can always go back to black. But it seemed excessive to spend $60-100 on a professional job to decide I hate it, and then go home and color over it. This do-it-yourself concept seemed like a good trial run.

This morning, I don the plastic gloves, shake up the solution (which includes a powder that turns the mixture bright, bright pink so you can see where you’re applying it), and fiddle about with the comb-tool thingy supplied.

Lessons learned:
1a. If your hair is longer than shoulder length, you will get colorant on your shoulders and back.
1b. For long hair, highlights should be applied by a color buddy. Doing it yourself, especially for the back of the head, is awkward and a good way to get bright pink goo on your arms.
2. Previously colored hair doesn’t take highlights as well as new growth.
3. I suck at using the comb-tool thingy.
4. There’s more peroxide in the solution than they’d like you to think, and when applied to hair in an intense glop/strip for a half an hour, is a recipe for damage.

End result: my hair isn’t quite dry yet, so I’m not sure what the final outcome will be like. But from the damp scrutiny I gave it in the mirror, I’m not impressed. The streak I did at my temple seems to have really fried that hair and it’s gone frizzy, even damp. For the majority of the length of my hair, the color didn’t take, while it worked quite well at the roots. Light roots, black hair. Not exactly the look I was going for.

I’m going to apply some silicone treatment to minimize the appearance of the damage after it’s dry, and perhaps change my part around a bit to see if that will conceal better the overabundant lightness at the roots. But otherwise, my general inclination is to give it a week so I don’t stress out my hair with two coloring attempts in less than a few days, and then dye everything back to a nice, solid black.

Unfortunately, this weekend is the Georgia Big Picture Conference, which means that I can either go out in public like this, or re-color sooner than I’d like to.

Maybe this weekend would be a good one to explore some hat fashions.

   


Writing Stuff

9-day So-long-and-thanks-for-all-the-fish reject from Ideomancer.

Buy a friend a book!

buyafriendabook.com.

A very cool site. Buy a friend a book, just because. Buy books for no other reason than books are good. I likie.

   


Writing Stuff

Received a rejection from Escape Pod, but a nice one. Stephen invited me to send something else, and went on to say that “The Life and Times of Penguin” has received some good feedback. ‘Course my brain backfired. I sent something off, only remembering afterward that he wants submissions in the body of an email, not as an attachment. Oops. I sent an apology and an email with the proper submission formatting, but I haven’t made a gaffe like that in a long while.

New Words: 700
I’m engaging in an unprecedented amount of world building for this story. I keep thinking “this would make a good novel,” which is very strange as I don’t normally enter into that sort of writerly think space. It’s also somewhat distracting as I need to keep this under 8K. I keep telling myself that I can always extend it into a novel after I finish the damn story.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
2,200 / 6,500
(33.0%)

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LJ Katrina charity

Went to the little farmer’s tent that’s set up down the road to buy fresh veggies. It’s very charming, there’s a little old man who brings out the produce from the back of his van. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that I’m supporting a little family farm. Of course, fosteronfilm then had to quip up, suggesting that the little old man is just the front to a big corporate farm masquerading as a mom ‘n pop business, and they hire friendly old men to hawk their wares. I “tbthhhed” my hubby and relished the sweet, plump goodness of the ripe tomatoes.

Check out what archer904 is doing! For every comment made to his post, he’s donating a dollar to Red Cross Katrina relief aid. A wonderful and generous gesture! Go forth and comment.

   


Writing Stuff

Received yesterday:
– My contrib. copy of the Embark to Madness anthology. My story, “Perfidious Beauty,” is the lead one. Suhweet.
– The contract from Apex for “Oranges, Lemons, and Thou Beside Me.” Signed and mailed back.
– Rejection from Roaring Brook Press (via my agent) on my middle-grade novel. Sigh. I would like someone to buy that now. Yes. Publishing voodoo, do! Pleeease?

New Words: 500

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1,500 / 6,500
(23.0%)

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