21 June 2003
A bit of a good month, I think: I've now sold "The Grumpiest Place on Earth" to Flash Me Magazine. It's not a magazine of indecent exposure, but rather a magazine of flash fiction (very short fiction, for those of you who aren't up on fiction length terms). No trench coats here.
I know I've mentioned it before, but I really like selling stories. Even tiny little short-shorts like this one that took me very little time to write -- it's just a joy when someone decides to buy them.
Me and Peg and Diane Duane, we're all packing and getting ready to go, it seems. I started piling up clothes for in the suitcase while I was on the phone last night. I have a bit of laundry to do -- and I have until Monday early afternoon to get this done, after all, so no rush. But as long as I was on the phone anyway....
And I'm feeling better this morning, and I've only got one chapter left to go on this section of the Not The Moose. So that's where my brain is. It'll be good. It'll be quite satisfying to have this part drafted. Quite satisfying indeed. Also terrifying, given that it's already 128K words, and there's lots, lots more to come. But I can deal with edits and word counts and sales and silly things like that later; for now, the chapter is what matters.
I'm also almost done with Stephen Jay Gould's Full House, borrowed from David. Eh. Some interesting points, some eye-rolling moments, and the over-all feeling that he could have made the same argument in half the pages or fewer. I'll get something else off the book pile (likely another one borrowed from David) this afternoon.
In the meantime, back to work on the Not The Moose. I can almost taste the end of this section. It tastes like snow.
And the main page.
Or the last entry.
Or the next one.
Or even send me email.