And I've kind of forgotten to mention that. I am packing up (slowly)--hand-porting over all my entries, that is--and moving over to my digs at fairmer on LJ.

The reasons for this are many, but I will keep to the main ones:

1) Keeping two journals updated was eating into writing time.
2) I like the LJ community too much to move permanently over here,
3) and also my technorati ranking over there is higher. Like three times as high. And I wasn't even trying there.
4) The prestige (hahaha, like there's prestige) of having a journal hosted on my own website doesn't seem worth it in 2008. Maybe to some people it still is, but I'm so over that.
5) LJ isn't perfect, but neither are Wordpress or Movable Type.
6) Icons.
7) No comment spam.
8) Pretending that writing is segregated from the rest of my life? Is silly.
9) The white list makes it easy enough to find me.

There are, believe it or not, lots of other reasons, too.

So, fairmer will get a thorough overhaul to look a smidge more like this journal, and life will go on, and I'll forget there ever was such a thing as Movable Type. In about 977 entries, anyway...

(PS In my porting, I will maintain links to the comments, if anyone anywhere is even a teeny bit worried.)

So. I spent my lunch hour digging out the things I'd been sitting on and sent them off. Including managing to send something to a market that had already rejected it. WHOOPS. But I withdrew it immediately and sent it on to a market that hadn't already seen my story.

That's the first time I've ever done that in 176 submissions, so you know? I don't feel completely terrible. I daresay that's quite possibly my first real submissions mistake. Objectively speaking.

I also queried on a rewrite request and discovered a new (Sniplets) podcast market and otherwise enjoyed the heck out of myself. Overall, this only resulted in a net gain of three submissions today, but it sure feels like lots more.

And there's this review at As If... Uhm. The positive part of the review is "satisfying." Yay! That's the second review I've gotten in my lifetime that claims that I satisfy. I am... satisfied with that.

And I promised myself I wasn't going to look for reviews...

A wonderful event in my life has occurred, one that I have alluded to but not celebrated, and it starts with the fact that about thirteen years ago or so, someone built a connector between my current library and my old library. (I remember the construction. I was a sophomore in college, and there were bats. The End.) And about a week ago, someone else opened a coffee shop in my old library. So now, the sun can blaze and the winter can... winter, and I can get chai tea and almond croissants and Greek salad and tempeh sandwiches whenever I want without going outside. Just two floors up and three floors down....

Yeah, so, I almost burned down the coffee shop yesterday, but that's a different story. (Croissant? Meet bagel toaster. Bagel toaster, why won't you let the croissant pass through? Argh! Stop billowing smoke and shooting flames at me! Awk! My croissant! Oh, phew, the barrristas saved the day and gave me a new croissant. The End.) But for the most part, it is deeply awesome to have a place to eat in my building. Ish. It's a deep source of happiness, regardless of the fact that it's not quite IN my building.

I finally may have caught on to this focus thing. Possibly, just possibly, forcing myself to open the same files over and over may have helped. I don't know. That's not all of it. That's probably not even the biggest part of it. But it's something.

In any case, novel is clipping along, short story is short storying along, and I'm dealing with only working on two projects and the SAME two projects rather well. However, I'm probably two or three weeks behind where I wanted to be on those, because I've spent a LOT of my time psyching myself out and up on this one. But I think, finally, it has caught. And that's all I'll say...

Dudes... I'm very much afraid I'm writing a Dirty Book. For the YA market. In theory.

I'd wonder if I were doing it wrong... except that I'm going to do it anyway.

I was pondering the next market and as I opened up Duotrope to report the rejection, the random magazine listing was... Realms of Fantasy. Thanks, Duotrope! Your suggestions are golden. It's absolutely the market I would have come up with after some searching, some dithering, and some weighing of the pros and cons.

In other news, I saw "ACCEPTANCE" in my inbox today and got very excited. Then I realized that it was just a response for a meeting someone agreed to come to. Stupid Microsoft Office...

Regardless, it's time for a reading post.

I have been reading entirely for pleasure of late. That is to say, there has been no obligation reading, no research reading... nothing that I haven't been salivating to read and salivating during the reading of. This has included Buffy: The Long Way Home, which I won't count as even a graphic novel because it's not quite long enough, but I did enjoy that muchly, too. And, it was my Valentine from my husband.

Okay. The list:

5) V for Vendetta by Alan Moore and David Lloyd (graphic novel)
6) Skin Hunger by Kathleen Duey (fantasy)
7) Reader and Raelynx by Sharon Shinn (fantasy)
8) Austenland by Shannon Hale (chick lit)
9) Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (fantasy)

Not my usual sort of analysis after the cut.

I would easily spend an hour sifting through my thoughts. It would be an hour I wasn't writing. So. Not today.

This is mostly just to explain radio silence. Sometimes it's important to blog. For me, this is not one of those days.

But it's a good meme, for it is a book meme, and it was snurched from Gwyneira, so. Here goes.

Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews?

Oh, lots of things. Almost anything Arthurian-based. Almost anything really literary that's been published in the last ten or twenty years.

(Borrowing shamelessly from the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde): you are told you can't die until you read the most boring novel on the planet. While this immortality is great for a while, eventually you realize it's past time to die. Which book would you expect to get you a nice grave?

Eh. I can get through anything eventually, boring-wise. It's an issue of badly-written for me. There are things that could kill me with their badly-writtenness.

Which book have you pretended, or at least hinted, that you've read, when in fact you've been nowhere near it?

Back before I finished the Harry Potter series, I found it expedient not to mention that I hadn't been keeping up with it, on several occasions. It was just not worth the discussion.

As an addition to the last question, has there been a book that you really thought you had read, only to realize when you read a review about it/go to 'reread' it that you haven't? Which book?

Yes, but nothing anyone has heard of.

You're interviewing for the post of Official Book Adviser to some VIP (who's not a big reader). What's the first book you'd recommend and why?

Srsly, not a good question. It depends on the VIP. But I'd probably start out with something in pop non-fiction. Like Everything is Miscellaneous.

A good fairy comes and grants you one wish: you will have perfect reading comprehension in the foreign language of your choice. Which language do you go with?

Oh, Japanese. Definitely. Maaaaybe one of the Chineses. But something I'd never be able to spend any real time on for learning myself.

A mischievous fairy comes and says that you must choose one book that you will reread once a year for the rest of your life (you can read other books as well). Which book would you pick?

I think that fairy came by, and we already agreed on Pride and Prejudice.

What's one bookish thing you 'discovered' from book blogging (maybe a new genre, or author, or new appreciation for cover art – anything)?

I've found lots of books this way--most recently, Austenland by Shannon Hale.

That good fairy is back for one final visit. Now, she's granting you your dream library! Describe it. Is everything leather-bound? Is it full of first edition hard covers? Pristine trade paperbacks? Perhaps a few favourite authors have inscribed their works? Go ahead – let your imagination run free.

What a ridiculous question! She's obviously granting me Powell's bookstore. DUH. All the branches thereof, too. I'll have a sleeping cot in the YA section, and we'll set up the kitchen in the cookbook store. (I see no reason not to just move in. With a library like that, who needs a house?)

Here's what I sent to mah husband yesterday. I got comics in return this morning.

Happy Valentine's Day! Or Happy Lupercalia. Whatever floats your boat.

I wrote some this morning and then did yoga. Considering I went back to bed for twenty minutes when my tummy hurt from my breakfast, I did well.

Of course, by my attendance at Excelsior (on what was a surprisingly easy drive to Canton--well, easy once I got out of Ann Arbor), that meant no Write Club with Julie. That we do next week instead. We think we'll give Bert's Cafe a try for a venue, since it's in the building (library) that connects Julie's and my work buildings, has a cafe (yay), and when we're done eating, if it looks like we're pressed for space, we can branch out into the library and still have drinks. And electrical plugs.

Of course, next Wednesday is the grand opening of said cafe, so perhaps we will not start at Bert's that day...

Anyway, back to Excelsior. Everyone is far too nice to me in that group. I wish there would be more pointing out of embarrassing typos. I live for a good typo.

I feel that this has been an incredibly dull post, so I will share a nearly-amusing anecdote.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, which happens to also mark the sixth year since my husband proposed to me.

Now, he largely proposed to me on Valentine's Day because it was convenient cover to do something romantic and then Unexpectedly Propose. I think that was his reasoning, anyway. You'd have to ask him.

However, prior to this, over the many years of our romantic relationship and even during our friendship before that, he had insisted vehemently many, many times that Valentine's Day is a crap holiday. You know the type of vehemence I mean. "It's all the card companies' doing." "I don't need a special day to say I love you." Etc. Not that we never did anything for Valentine's Day, it's just we never did much that was super-official or very exciting. Our first Valentine's Day, in fact, I think I took him to a concert and gave him a CD and he was both stunned and chagrined because he didn't get me anything. Some one or two times I think he managed to send flowers or whatnot--certainly, I've managed to send him flowers and whatnot several times too--but mostly, the day is marked with a kiss and a card, both brief, and perhaps a chocolate something.

It is, and was, never that big a deal. I've never been a consistent traditionalist with any holiday, let alone Valentine's Day. Sometimes I want a fuss, sometimes I don't, and that holds true for Christmas as much as Groundhog Day.

So, it didn't even seem that out of the ordinary when he decided to make a fuss that fateful Valentine's Day back in 2002. Other than that there'd been a mysterious answering machine message from a jeweler, so I had my suspicions. He took me to a movie. And didn't propose. He took me to a super fancy restaurant. And didn't propose. And it was getting on towards 11:30 at night, and the anticipation was building, and I had finally told myself that if he was, in fact, intending to propose, he was deliberately waiting until it wasn't Valentine's Day so that I would never, ever have an excuse to celebrate it on a regular basis (as our Engagement Anniversary).

I was so convinced, in fact, that at 11:45 when he pulled out a ring and asked me to be his wife, I said:

"You idiot."

And then said, "If you'd just waited fifteen more minutes, then Valentine's Day wouldn't be our Engagement Anniversary!"

There was some blinking. "Engagement Anniversary? That's not a thing," he told me.

(Sometime shortly thereafter, I did agree to marry him, and then got all sappily teary-eyed, even. I do have a gushy center. It's just surrounded by a big, double-thick layer of irony.)

This year, after several years of Not Doing Much for Valentine's Day, I sent him a bouquet of roses and wrote on the card, "Happy Engagement Anniversary. It is TOO a thing."

He sent me a cameraphone pic of the bouquet and message that said, "It is NOT a thing."

The debate rages on.

(Our love is so pure because we bicker.)

So, how did it go with my priorities this week?

The answer behind the cut.

I'm definitely at the "wow, this was a DUMB IDEA" stage.

Grrr. Argh.

It's on its way!

Edited to add this whole next bit

Sharp-eyed co-Codexian David W. Goldman caught that I (and a couple other Codexians, including my fellow Milford 2005 alum, Ian Creasey) are mentioned in Sheila Williams's editorial.

Sheila says:

It might seem as though it could be easy to become complacent about buying stories for Asimov’s and rely solely on the work of the established professional.

And (or rather, "but"):

New writers are the lifeblood of the magazine. Rarely does an issue go by that doesn’t include at least one person’s first sale to Asimov’s. There are cases (such as Edward M. Lerner, a long-standing Analog author, whose first story for us appeared in our last issue), where I’m already familiar with the work of the author from his or her previous sales to other SF outlets. Others (such as Merrie Haskell and Nick Wolven, whose stories are appearing in our next issue) will be authors whose work is completely unknown to me. In each instance, though, these stories caught my attention and held it all the way through. They were tales that I enjoyed and believed you would find rewarding as well.

Yay! I really like Sheila's ways of thinking as expressed in her editorials, but I REALLY like that paragraph. :)

Anyway, it's an interesting editorial, about how much she publishes of new writers, and she really has something to say about the "odds." "The odds can be very discouraging, but writing a story and sending it in to a science fiction magazine is not the same thing as buying a lottery ticket." Check it out!

But it should be noted that I did manage to:

• wake up right at 6AM and did not snooze
  
• wake stepdaughter and make her breakfast (okay, I microwaved some French toast sticks, but I did put the syrup out, too)
  
• consume half a muffin
  
• watch the weather
  
• unload the dishwasher, load it, take out the garbage, sweep the floor, wash the undishwasherable stuff, wipe the counters, take out some of the recycling, and refill the sugar bowl
  
• make tea
  
• start writing by 7AM
  
• stop writing at 8
  
• spend 24 minutes on an exercise cycle at the gym ("small hills" program)
  
• catch the 9:40 bus and get to work 8 minutes early
  

In short, I did the morning exactly the way I'm supposed to, but too often fail to.

I did, however, write only 319 words. But they were good words, and I'd rather have 319 good words than 714 bad ones. (714 should be my daily goal to attain 5,000 words a week. But mostly, I figure that if I'm writing for an hour on a weekday, the triumph there is so large that I cannot get fussed, and can just catch up on the weekend.)

At the gym, I also read a chapter of Austenland by Shannon Hale, which I'm SERIOUSLY ENJOYING. Shannon Hale, you are a goddess.

(I can normally read more than a chapter on the elliptical. However, I learned that reading on a recumbent exercise bike makes me a little seasick.)