Last week I:
--wrote another 2K of NTMB, plus half a scene during a panel Saturday, don't know how long that is as it was longhand
--edited some more of Reprogramming, substantially and with more to come and I'm starting to get motivated on this one
--worked on "Even Without Deceit" (in the same sequence as "MacArthur Station" and "Glass Wind" and "Rest Stop," for those of you who have been following along
Rejections last week: one and a half. The actual rejection from Argosy came, but I'd already sent that story back out after they'd posted their notice. Acceptances: zero.
What is it lately? Did I just hit everybody at the wrong time? I know that selling short stories will diminish my pool of short stories out there and thus make for fewer responses, but I've been writing new ones again. (And it's largely been the new ones that are coming back, the ones I've sent to Alchemy and F&SF. The old ones languish.)
Okay, I have hit my "too social" time limit again. I'm going to get myself fed and showered and spend some quality time with someone else's book. And do the million and one things necessary before we get our three overnight guests and somewhere between thirteen and fifteen dinner guess tomorrow night. Thankfully I'm not cooking for everybody; we're having Ethiopian takeout in. Now if only Mark's company doesn't suddenly stick him on a plane....