step back! today I am being DANGEROUSLY RECKLESS
Today?
Today, I am dangerously reckless. I am marketing all the stories out to ALL THE MAGAZINES.
Updated my Story Repository. Go looky if you're on my close-flist (most people who read me regularly are): you'll see that I've done some major rearranging with regards to whatI am, and am not, comfortable in publishing/intending to publish, and that I've switched around the layout a bit accordingly. I've also added wordcounts , so's I know what I am and amn't able to submit where.
STORIES SUBMITTED TODAY:
Mercy, to Crossed Genres.
Jack Heckity, to Waylines.
Little Matchbox Girl (after much cleanup/updating), to Fiction Fix.
Beast and the Beauties, to The Colored Lens.
I hope that at least one of these comes through - I'd hate to think that my day of dangerous recklessness has been wasted.
(But I also spent some of the day looking up Swedish universities, looking into possible future jobs, reading nice bookies, cooking nice eats, and unpacking my bag. So it was not a wasted day, not totally, I hope.)
PS: Harbin, I can tell you listen to me. You listened around the edges of the globe, through the reaches of space and time, to how much I was enjoying Spring in Budapest. You listened, gravely and carefully, and you gave me Spring when I returned.
AND THEN YOU SNOWED TODAY, YOU LITTLE BASTARD.
Today, I am dangerously reckless. I am marketing all the stories out to ALL THE MAGAZINES.
Updated my Story Repository. Go looky if you're on my close-flist (most people who read me regularly are): you'll see that I've done some major rearranging with regards to whatI am, and am not, comfortable in publishing/intending to publish, and that I've switched around the layout a bit accordingly. I've also added wordcounts , so's I know what I am and amn't able to submit where.
STORIES SUBMITTED TODAY:
Mercy, to Crossed Genres.
Jack Heckity, to Waylines.
Little Matchbox Girl (after much cleanup/updating), to Fiction Fix.
Beast and the Beauties, to The Colored Lens.
I hope that at least one of these comes through - I'd hate to think that my day of dangerous recklessness has been wasted.
(But I also spent some of the day looking up Swedish universities, looking into possible future jobs, reading nice bookies, cooking nice eats, and unpacking my bag. So it was not a wasted day, not totally, I hope.)
PS: Harbin, I can tell you listen to me. You listened around the edges of the globe, through the reaches of space and time, to how much I was enjoying Spring in Budapest. You listened, gravely and carefully, and you gave me Spring when I returned.
AND THEN YOU SNOWED TODAY, YOU LITTLE BASTARD.