Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff
Jun. 22nd, 2007 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annathepiperMy favorite phrase of the evening: "HOLY FUCKING SHITDAMNNING CRAPMONKEYS IN A FUCKBARREL." This is courtesy of the fine ladies over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
smartbitches, summing up their reaction to having landed a book deal to get their snarky take on the romance genre into print. I am all about the sympathy for their reaction, as that exact phrase seems entirely appropriate for the landing of a book deal. I expect to utter something along those lines myself if I ever have the opportunity.
On a related note, it is worth observing that I have now passed the nine-month mark with Faerie Blood in the e-queue at Baen Books. I realize that it's still likely I will get a rejection letter, but nevertheless, now I'm at least finally in the proper time frame to start expecting a reply of some sort--since their website does still, as of when I last checked, say 9-12 months' turnaround time for handling manuscripts. So resume crossing your fingers for me in that regard, y'all. Meanwhile, I need to get my ass in gear and get Queen of Souls finished, and take one more look at Lament of the Dove to doublecheck whether there are any last-minute tweaks I'm desperate to do to it before I get it back out the door.
It is also worth noting that I have now passed that one-year mark for being employed at the Times. Yay, job. ^_^
This week has been a long week and I am glad the weekend has come. I have to go have a physical, go over 401K stuff (see previous commentary re: one-year anniversary on this job, which means I'm finally eligible for that), finish up downloading Debian CDs for the overall master plan of having install CDs available in case a meteor falls on our server closet, and hopefully, writing something. I haven't written a damn word all week and the muse is starting to get cranky about that.
Miles since the 19th: 12.3
Miles out of Hobbiton: 2107.8
Miles out of Isengard: 314.8
Miles to Minas Tirith: 471.2
smartbitches, summing up their reaction to having landed a book deal to get their snarky take on the romance genre into print. I am all about the sympathy for their reaction, as that exact phrase seems entirely appropriate for the landing of a book deal. I expect to utter something along those lines myself if I ever have the opportunity.On a related note, it is worth observing that I have now passed the nine-month mark with Faerie Blood in the e-queue at Baen Books. I realize that it's still likely I will get a rejection letter, but nevertheless, now I'm at least finally in the proper time frame to start expecting a reply of some sort--since their website does still, as of when I last checked, say 9-12 months' turnaround time for handling manuscripts. So resume crossing your fingers for me in that regard, y'all. Meanwhile, I need to get my ass in gear and get Queen of Souls finished, and take one more look at Lament of the Dove to doublecheck whether there are any last-minute tweaks I'm desperate to do to it before I get it back out the door.
It is also worth noting that I have now passed that one-year mark for being employed at the Times. Yay, job. ^_^
This week has been a long week and I am glad the weekend has come. I have to go have a physical, go over 401K stuff (see previous commentary re: one-year anniversary on this job, which means I'm finally eligible for that), finish up downloading Debian CDs for the overall master plan of having install CDs available in case a meteor falls on our server closet, and hopefully, writing something. I haven't written a damn word all week and the muse is starting to get cranky about that.
Miles since the 19th: 12.3
Miles out of Hobbiton: 2107.8
Miles out of Isengard: 314.8
Miles to Minas Tirith: 471.2
