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Morning After the Morning After
Nov. 6th, 2008 11:40 amGah, here we all are bleery-eyed and fuzzy-mouthed. This whole election thing seems to have worn a lot of us out... or, maybe it was all that screaming in the streets afterwards.
I'm attempting to get back to business, however. I yakked on at greater length than was necessary about writers' groups over at Wyrdsmiths. In preparation for critique group tonight, I printed out the latest in RESURRECTION CODE. Today, however, is my day to be Tate, so I'll be working on her HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD and yet-another-vaguely-secretive proposal. Man, I tell you, if everything I've been proposing lately gets greenlighted I'm going to be a seriously busy writer in the next few years.
Speaking of being Tate, I'm feeling kind of dissed by the SFWA Bulletin, which is dumb and deeply diva of me. Thing is, they ran a whole article about urban fantasy/paranormal romances and they made this huge list of all the authors writing it and... yep, they totally blanked me. I'm a member of SFWA. My editor is foremost an SF/F publisher. My agent has HUGE contingent of SF/F authors. I routinely show up in places like SF Signal and SF Novelists. You'd think they would have at least put me on the grand list of people writing in this genre.
*sigh*
Ah well, the life of a diva is a difficult one. Forever imagining slights and then taking them personally for days on end. It's a lot of work. Deeply tiring.
In other news, I need to find time today or tomorrow to get out to PetSmart. My tetra are in need of a water softening pillow. No, I'm not kidding. Why would I joke about a thing like tha? Seriously, my little darlings need their water very, very soft and Saint Paul's water tastes like tin for a reason. Plus, the kitties need more kitty litter (what, again!?) And I dunno, I should probably leave the house once today or I might have to come up with more conspiracy theories about why I'm despised by the SF/F community.
Hey, and I noticed that Uncle Edgars just friended me. Looks they have a LJ! Hooray!
I'm attempting to get back to business, however. I yakked on at greater length than was necessary about writers' groups over at Wyrdsmiths. In preparation for critique group tonight, I printed out the latest in RESURRECTION CODE. Today, however, is my day to be Tate, so I'll be working on her HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD and yet-another-vaguely-secretive proposal. Man, I tell you, if everything I've been proposing lately gets greenlighted I'm going to be a seriously busy writer in the next few years.
Speaking of being Tate, I'm feeling kind of dissed by the SFWA Bulletin, which is dumb and deeply diva of me. Thing is, they ran a whole article about urban fantasy/paranormal romances and they made this huge list of all the authors writing it and... yep, they totally blanked me. I'm a member of SFWA. My editor is foremost an SF/F publisher. My agent has HUGE contingent of SF/F authors. I routinely show up in places like SF Signal and SF Novelists. You'd think they would have at least put me on the grand list of people writing in this genre.
*sigh*
Ah well, the life of a diva is a difficult one. Forever imagining slights and then taking them personally for days on end. It's a lot of work. Deeply tiring.
In other news, I need to find time today or tomorrow to get out to PetSmart. My tetra are in need of a water softening pillow. No, I'm not kidding. Why would I joke about a thing like tha? Seriously, my little darlings need their water very, very soft and Saint Paul's water tastes like tin for a reason. Plus, the kitties need more kitty litter (what, again!?) And I dunno, I should probably leave the house once today or I might have to come up with more conspiracy theories about why I'm despised by the SF/F community.
Hey, and I noticed that Uncle Edgars just friended me. Looks they have a LJ! Hooray!