This is extremely hard to remember some days, but the days when I can are the best days, because they involve the least tearing of the hair and gnashing of the teeth. It's particularly hard to remember when I have to go through the submission file and figure out which stories have been out unreasonably long considering the market and what, if anything, I will do about it.
Marketing sucks, sucks, sucks. It's better than a command system, certainly. But still with the sucking.
If I could just be unreasonable and think of editors as something other than human beings, I think that might help. Alas, they keep going around passing Turing Tests, and while that doesn't necessarily mean anything about their origins, it means that they deserve a certain level of humanity credit from me. Well, except for the ones who don't, but I don't submit to them, and there's that.
Also, I think the list is entirely out of control. It has morphed from "things to do this week, in a reasonable facsimile of this world" to "things to do this week in a world containing twice as many hours and no friends, family members, or enjoyable/sanity-maintaining hobbies whatsoever." The list must be altered, as the world will not be, nor would I want it to be altered in that direction even if it would.
In happier news, my hair still smells like cinnamon, cloves, and allspice from the oatmeal raisin cookies I made for
markgritter this afternoon. (My mom says oatmeal plus raisin means it's breakfast food, not dessert food. Silly Mom.) Also, I think I will enjoy The Game of Kings if I can get my brain to stop popping up offering a candygram for Mungo at every turn. Silly brain. 