February 2004

Is it wrong of me to be amused by a harsh rejection letter? I suppose I wouldn’t be submitting humor stories if I couldn’t take a joke, but it just seems odd to think this is funny. I mean, aren’t I supposed to be crushed?
I can’t help it. It’s just funny. *snort*

Brian had the flu yesterday. Here’s what my day has been like so far:

  1. Arrive at office.
  2. Unpack laptop. Discover it is dead (again).
  3. Deliver new computers while complaining bitterly about heat and sweating profusely.
  4. Call Gateway. Arrange for them to ship me a box to mail the remains of my laptop back for replacement.
  5. Deliver new computers. Sweat profusely and engage in poor lifting procedure. Injure back.
  6. Bum Aleve off coworker.
  7. Come dangerously close to puking up Aleve. Decide on advice of coworkers who wish to remain healthy to go home.
  8. Drive home wheezy, queasy, and in pain.
  9. Puke all over front lawn.
  10. Soak head in bathtub in hopes of making back hurt less.
  11. Nibble on saltines and post this.

Can I do a warm reboot on today?

Well… it includes the comment, “There’s some nice writing here, but…” It could be the “more encouraging form” for all I know, but I’ll take all the encouragement I can get. 🙂

It’s mine, my own, my preciousssss!!!!
Yes, the Treo arrived today. Woohoo! It’s currently restoring all my old data. And USB is much faster than the serial connection I kept having to slow down because my Palm III was getting elderly and hard of hearing.
I think I’m in love. 🙂

Last night I stalked a Treo on ebay. I want one very badly to replace the Palm III that died recently, but I don’t want to pay $400 for a new one. I didn’t bid until the last three minutes, because I hate to announce my presence to the other bidders and give the current high bidder time to come back and bid higher. I was outbid in the last four seconds, dammit.
Well, in my frustration, and because I didn’t like the feedback ratings of the next auction coming up, I went ahead and used “Buy it now” to get a Treo from someone with perfect feedback.
Apparently he hasn’t checked his mail yet. *flop twitch spazz click click* I wwant /\/\y intsatn gratificat1on!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~ giimmE,, gimme, gimme!!!!!!!!!1~~~
Um, anyway. In other news, I raked it in for Valentine’s. Helpful hint to other women–always ask for books. Ask for out-of-print used paperbacks at $1 a pop, and you, too, can rake it in. Your honey might even buy a new book to mix in with all those used books. I got:
Joanna Russ, The Female Man
James Tiptree, Up the Walls of the World
James Tiptree, Crown of Stars
James Tiptree, 10,000 Light Years From Home
Looks like I’ve got some reading to do! 🙂 Thanks, honey! *smooch* Happy V-Day!

Based on the comments I got back from the fresh pair of eyes and my other friend, “Women’s Work” is officially in circulation. Woohoo!
And I’d like to know–why is a SASE such a bizarre concept? The counterpeople always look at me like I’m nuts when I ask for a stamp. They offer to meter my SASE… until I refuse to seal it. “What???” I just don’t think potential fiction markets would appreciate receiving a sealed SASE; call me wacky.
Apparently there aren’t many writers in this part of the ‘burbs.

I made my significant otter read my latest version. Then I sent it to someone I caught over IM who is working. That was an hour ago. Is work more important than my fiction?
Feed me fe3d m3 feed mme feeD my EGO fEEd me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~
I’d IM her to ask if she got it but I think I’m already being annoying enough as it is. *clicks “check mail” a few more times*
I also emailed someone who’s already read it. I’ll see if she’s game, but the person I sent the latest version to is completely fresh and has never seen it.
Maybe I should just plan to send it Monday and have done with it. Or maybe I should just go grab a bite or something. I’m getting on my own nerves. 🙂

I received an email saying that “Varmints” had just passed round one of the reading process for that particular publication. Woohoo! *crosses fingers, happy dances*
Alas, I wasn’t able to do much editing on “Women’s Work” last night. I lifted one too many 21″ monitor yesterday and my back rebelled. Oh well, a night off never hurt anyone.

Jen found much to fix in the time dilation story. Curses, foiled again! 🙂
As far as I can tell the biggest problem is the technology level in the story not being unclear. Well, okay, probably a better way to phrase it would be unclarity in general, which is often my bête noir. I always assume people know what I’m talking about when they don’t, and the longer I look at a story the more I do it. Alas. And Brian is no use; he always knows what I mean because he’s my hunka hunka burnin’ luv.
Better to find it now than to send it out unclear, so yay! and edit, edit, edit.

Naomi Kritzer, The Devil’s Mailbox
And on that note, I’m off to resubmit. 🙂