It's A Binary Thing

After a couple of queries have gone unanswered to an anthology I subbed a piece to near the beginning of the year, I did some googling and found an official ToC for it, and I'm not on it. So I'm assuming that means they've rejected me (would've been nice to hear it directly.)

Anyway, that makes rejection #100.

This would be cause for a party, being a nice round number an' all, except that with the holidays looming a party just isn't in my immediate future of things I can pull off. So I defer my rejection party to sometime in January. Y'all have been warned (-:

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There ought to be some sort of official 100-rejections badge to display as a proud monument to my stubborn tenacity in the face of everyone trying to tell me I suck. But it's after midnight, so maybe tomorrow.

Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet is not interested in The LimaBean Cafe. 117 days round trip. No idea where to send this one next; it is sufficiently unlike all my other stuff that it's a whole different segment of markets.

Analog has passed on my pirate tale (21 days round trip). The rejection is hand-signed by Stan Schmidt, and says "not quite suitable to our present needs". This is the second such rejection from them in a row. ISTR they used to send a form rejection -- does this mean I've moved higher up the food chain?

To no great surprise, Intergalactic Medicine Show was not interested in my humble tale of pirates (89 days round trip). I'm not sure in hindsight why I sent it to them in the first place -- whatever logic there was in that decision escapes me now. Two of the better markets for it are for the moment off my list because I've already got other stuff subbed to them, but I did get it back out in the mail on Saturday. A few days hence I'm sure it will somehow fail to grab JJA, and then I'll have to revisit where to send it once again.

I haven't been posting much. I'm still working on Novel the Second, albeit slowly (just crossed the 25k mark), and still have to finish my Aztec Five Suns story. I suspect I might be fighting some sort of subtle con-crud -- I don't feel particularly ill other than a headache that refuses to go away, but I'm completely exhausted all the time and have been taking naps off and on all weekend. I'd hoped to putter around in the yard today but it's overcast so the mosquitoes are out. Still, the yard is looking good: Cthulhu the Wisteria is about to flower, my irises are starting to pop, and everything is looking mighty green.

The Neighborly Thing was rejected by Fantasy, round trip 31 days.

Oh well! c'est la breaks. It was the first short story I wrote, I've had a couple of near-misses with it, and I'm not ready to give up on it yet!