Ready for Class, But Not Much Else
Dec. 3rd, 2008 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseThe title pretty much sums up my day so far. I started out strong. I got some things in the "mail," (e-, that is) including my short story "Jawbone of an Ass" to a new Biblical horror anthology, which I happened to notice while reading my copy of Gila Queen's Guide to Markets that I was cleaning out of my in-box. Unfortunately for me, "Jawbone" a story that was printed by the Wyrdsmiths in one of their anthologies, but as I came clean about that pub, I really hope that it still counts in the editor's eye as original (as opposed, to say, a reprint.) It's also a bit of a tough sell, which is why I imagine it never sold to the first Biblical horror anthology I submitted it to, lo, those many years ago. It's the story of Samson's first wife... no, not Delilah (see, you're already scratching your heads) and then I move it out of ancient Israel and into 1980s Derry, Northern Ireland with Samson as an IRA man (with God on his side) and the unnamed wife as a Protestant (whom God hates.)
So yeah, I'm wishing that story good luck, though I'm trying not to hold my breath. Thing is, "Jawbone" is easily the most lyrical and literary and atmospheric story I've written. It has a lot of really positive qualities about it... it's just really Biblically obscure and probably too politically obscure as well.
Then, with all those accomplishments under my belt, I went off to the gym at noon. I managed to work up a sweat and completely derail my mind from anything useful after that. I did get all my materials ready for class tonight (various parts of a novel -- from contract to finished product -- for show and tell), as well as re-read and comment on the student submission (which was extra long, because we encouraged him to send us everything as we had a long break from class thanks to T-day.)
But now it's almost three o'clock and I've written nothing on Lyda's novel. (It was Resurrection Code's day today, no less!) I have to go pick up the little guy in 5 minutes, then it's dinner and class... but usually I come home late with increased energy (can you say, "extrovert") so I might still be inspired to tap out a thousand words or so tonight after getting home at 9:30 pm.
I don't really know much else. Except that Ms. Peep has been taking to drinking out of the tetra's tank late at night, causing me to have lots of dreams of fish tanks going dry. (Not, as Shawn has pointed out, that she actually drinks THAT much water at any given time.) The tetra don't really have a cover, as they live in the old Eclipse tank, whose light I shattered many, many moons ago when Johnny/Giant Girl still lived there.
I've also been trying to talk my family into getting another male betta. I have an awesome vision for the tank formerly owned by "creepy" a.k.a. "South Africa," but so far my suggestions have been met with overwhelming disinterest. Sigh.
Oops, time to kick Ms. Ball off my lap and fetch the wee boy.
So yeah, I'm wishing that story good luck, though I'm trying not to hold my breath. Thing is, "Jawbone" is easily the most lyrical and literary and atmospheric story I've written. It has a lot of really positive qualities about it... it's just really Biblically obscure and probably too politically obscure as well.
Then, with all those accomplishments under my belt, I went off to the gym at noon. I managed to work up a sweat and completely derail my mind from anything useful after that. I did get all my materials ready for class tonight (various parts of a novel -- from contract to finished product -- for show and tell), as well as re-read and comment on the student submission (which was extra long, because we encouraged him to send us everything as we had a long break from class thanks to T-day.)
But now it's almost three o'clock and I've written nothing on Lyda's novel. (It was Resurrection Code's day today, no less!) I have to go pick up the little guy in 5 minutes, then it's dinner and class... but usually I come home late with increased energy (can you say, "extrovert") so I might still be inspired to tap out a thousand words or so tonight after getting home at 9:30 pm.
I don't really know much else. Except that Ms. Peep has been taking to drinking out of the tetra's tank late at night, causing me to have lots of dreams of fish tanks going dry. (Not, as Shawn has pointed out, that she actually drinks THAT much water at any given time.) The tetra don't really have a cover, as they live in the old Eclipse tank, whose light I shattered many, many moons ago when Johnny/Giant Girl still lived there.
I've also been trying to talk my family into getting another male betta. I have an awesome vision for the tank formerly owned by "creepy" a.k.a. "South Africa," but so far my suggestions have been met with overwhelming disinterest. Sigh.
Oops, time to kick Ms. Ball off my lap and fetch the wee boy.