This is my first weekend free and at home in two weekends and my first weekend at home without rain since before Labor Day. That means the yard is jungle, the house is a mess and my personal universe is untidy, my list a mile long and I don’t know where anything is. I have something like 200 emails sitting in their various folders and about 20 things on my desktop that I need to deal with and oodles of photos that have been downloaded, many 2-3 times, unlabeled in stupidly named folders, which is always a recipe for disaster.
This morning I decided to tackle house stuff before electronic stuff. So I’ve done housework, processed another batch of tomatoes, laundry load #5 is churning right now. I whacked back the hedge out front and implemented my “15 minutes-a-week to a weed-free yard” routine which is a big fat failure so no sense attempting to replicate in your own weedy yard.
Now I’m pooped and I can’t decide whether to work on some of the stuff on my desk or make food and watch TV. Hm.
Tomorrow will be a major writing and office organization day along with more tomato harvest and processing. And I’ll probably whip out a loaf of bread. I need to feed my sourdough before I forget.
One big thing happened which is that last week I made my first professional sale. Or any sale, ever.
Asimov’s Science Fiction is going to publish my story: “The Battle of Little Big Science” which I wrote during Clarion West, week #3.
I’m not really sure why I’m not making a bigger deal about it. It’s like I’ve been working for this for so long and now that it’s finally happened, I’m too embarrassed to talk about it. I don’t think that bodes well for my future in this business.
I don’t know the publication date, yet. Sometime next year. I’ll post about it endlessly at that time so you’ll have plenty of time to run to the store and buy 20 copies. Hopefully, there will be more to come. But I’ll need to work on submitting first.
