13 July 2008

Progress - of Sorts

Busy week last week, work wise. The boss retired and our incredibly shrinking staff shrank once again. One of these days I'm going to look up and discover I'm an army of One.

In other news, I sold two stories and got the news the same day, within two hours of each other.

"The Tetris Effect", a scifi flash fiction is going to Every Day Fiction Date to be determined. I'll put it in my sidebar when I know.

"The Tale Teller", A fantasy fairy tale, is going to Reflection's Edge possibly in the August 2008 issue.

Now I can wait on everything else I have hanging out there in submission space. And start planning the 2009 WyoPoets Chapbook. And finish editing the Space Races RPG manual. And nail down the ending of The God Hunter. I think Scott's never ending Get-To-The-End-On-A-Mere-100 Words-A-Day Plan has stuck its grimy tentacles into me.

So here's a couple of pics from my handy phone camera to tide you over. Corgis, of course. Can't disappoint Anonymous.

Gratuitous Corgi Pic - Hangin' out in the front yard, post Fetch.

Front yard visitors, unperturbed by nosy Corgis.

What the Corgis do while I'm in my home office, working on prints. Max- tip over and sleep.

Merlin, stake out the territory under my drafting table - and sleep.


Anonymous said...


An unsolicited barrage of Corgi-ism and Corgi photos that leaves your head spinning and makes you ask..."why me"

Similar to a drug overdose but with longer lasting effects.

Symptoms include nausea,vomiting and a great desire to leave the planet.

Constance said...

But... they're cute!

Gabriele C. said...

Congrats on the sales.

I love the corgi pics. So there. :p

Constance said...

Gabriele - thanks. :)

Yeah, Anon just doesn't get it. Corgis rule!

Scott Oden said...

Hey, I got 101 words yesterday, TYVM! People just don't understand the importance of getting it right (or as right as possible, barring editorial input) the first time around. Each word must be weighed and examined, compared against its neighbor, cross-referenced in the Book of Words (aka: the Thesaurus), and lovingly placed in its proper context . . . not to mention its proper place. Phalanxes of words must be lyrical, without jarring repetition. And they must flow. Only then can one achieve a oneness with the page . . .

Sounds better than "I'm a lazy sod", doesn't it?

Constance said...

Scott, I shall forever think of you as a cross between Chicken Little and The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Matter of fact, I have a drawing hatching that illustrates this bastard offspring. *evil grin*

And hey, I wrote 173 words today. Of course, 162 of them were the same words I wrote yesterday, just reevaluated and reordered. (How come when flower arrangers do it, it's art???)

Scott Oden said...

You know the only two people who don't give me grief for not having it done yet are my agent and my editor . . . :)

I get calls daily from my sibs: "Are you done yet?" I swear, it's like being pecked to death by ducks.

I must take up drinking . . . worked so well for Papa Hemingway . . .

Constance said...

Scott, it could be worse. We could all be indifferent. :)

I'm just really looking forward to my Assad bobble-head action figure, with dual slashing action and multiple costumes...

(If you want to trade siblings, just let me know. I got an Anonymous brother I'll let go cheap, because of his regrettable Corgi fixation.)

Carla said...

Congratulations on the sales!

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