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Interestingly mixed writing day yesterday: sent out two stories before lunch, came home to one of the nicest rejections I've ever seen, and was ready to pack up the story to go elsewhere when my printer cartridge died. Seven pages from finishing the print job. *sniff* Will have it back with the refill tomorrow, I'm told, but this did screw up my Master Plan of mailing the story on my way into work. And got back from work (a shift filled with relationship psychodrama) to find the new Internet Review of Science Fiction in my inbox, and to see that Sonnets Made of Wood had been reviewed.
Did manage to get a story to Polyphony just in time (Towers, actually), and did sell two poems to Aoife's Kiss last week: they're tentatively slated for the March issue, one in print, one online. Also got contributor's copies of the current Aoife's Kiss, which has one of my poems in it. I haven't had a chance to read it through yet; report later.
Otherwise, all's been quiet. Have been spending too much money on Commercialmas, had some money spent on us (we now have a coffee table and a verrrry nice standing lamp from Ikea, which lights up the whole apartment by itself), and working. The![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandwichboy has a cold. I was wise enough to take some echinacea, and do not. I'm down to five days a week for the time being -- had a bookstore shift cut, and was so tired I was happy to oblige even though it's disorienting to only be in there once a week -- so I'm getting more sleep and feeling more sane. That might not last for long, though: at the Second Job, the person with seniority is leaving at the end of January, and several other people are making noises about leaving. I won't be surprised if they ask me to pick up a shift when that happens.
( Still thinking about reading habits... )
Did manage to get a story to Polyphony just in time (Towers, actually), and did sell two poems to Aoife's Kiss last week: they're tentatively slated for the March issue, one in print, one online. Also got contributor's copies of the current Aoife's Kiss, which has one of my poems in it. I haven't had a chance to read it through yet; report later.
Otherwise, all's been quiet. Have been spending too much money on Commercialmas, had some money spent on us (we now have a coffee table and a verrrry nice standing lamp from Ikea, which lights up the whole apartment by itself), and working. The
sandwichboy has a cold. I was wise enough to take some echinacea, and do not. I'm down to five days a week for the time being -- had a bookstore shift cut, and was so tired I was happy to oblige even though it's disorienting to only be in there once a week -- so I'm getting more sleep and feeling more sane. That might not last for long, though: at the Second Job, the person with seniority is leaving at the end of January, and several other people are making noises about leaving. I won't be surprised if they ask me to pick up a shift when that happens.( Still thinking about reading habits... )
