...about my very first sale.

Small Monuments will be published in the upcoming issue (#36) of ChiZine. And I'm in some excellent company. To say I'm excited is an understatement, at best.

While you're poking around the site, be sure to stop in at Joanne Merriam's Aviary, a beautiful and haunting prose poem about... well, you'll see :).

Up now: polish the soft-spec My Father's Heroes and look at markets for it, and finish... quite a number of other things. I have five different fics out at various markets, at the moment, and I'm feeling better and better about the momentum I building up. Hey, that's at least 5000 words written this week, and with school eating up my time... things could be a lot worse.

I should also make a good-faith effort to update this journal more often.


*Trust me; I got all of my keymashing and exclamation-point abuse out of the way on a different journal. Hey, I'm allowed one squeefest ^_^.

I sent out Misere to ChiZine, and I'm wondering if I can cut 2200 words from Jessamine. It's sitting at 8170 or so now, down from 10,000 on the last revision (many months ago), and I think it could stand to be tighter. I'm thinking it can go to Fantasy Magazine first, unless another place clears up.

I think this kind of mass-submitting-of-different-things-to-different-markets should have a name. I'm thinking "strafing." I'm thinking that I need to get into the habit of strafing.

And, you know, writing much more than I am now.

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Speaking of writing, I'm working on the forth installment of the Ulan stories (Jessamine, The Lion And The Lizard, Incarnadine, and now Atmosphere--which really needs to be renamed. As does Incarnadine, but I'm getting offtrack). I'm also working on a story about winter, and how much I the narrator hates winter, and how twisted forcing myself herself to enjoy winter makes me the narrator feel. Except in the story Winter eventually comes and drags the narrator off, and oh god I want to move to New Mexico.