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Rejections & Sales

So Jay Lake wrote a post in regards to rejections here.  This sent me searching through my records and believe it or not I rarely look at my rejection count or even compare the sales to rejections.

I'm pleased with what I found out.  I also found out my record keeping hasn't been too terrible.  Here's what I posted over at Jay's journal:

133 rejections total. Although this might get as high as 150 with missed recorded numbers.

Four pro sales.

31 rejections before first pro sale. 75 more rejections before second pro sale. 27 rejections since with third and fourth pro sales.

This is over eleven years.


Huge ups and downs, especially between first and second sale.  Looking at these numbers definitely make me feel like I've been progressing.  I don't have a huge inventory out circulating, which is fine by me as I also want to write novels.  I have this crazy dream where I can write novels and still write at least twelve short stories a year.  Still working on that one.

January of 2009 is nearly done and I haven't missed a day writing yet.  A day of writing means at least 500 words, which is a very easy goal.  And many days I get more than that.  Saturdays and Sundays are usually only 500 words.  I'm looking to knock it up a notch, though. 

Closing of The Year

I sent my first short story from Arizona two days before Christmas.  That felt good.  It's a way to establish roots here.

I'm planning on finishing that neglected novel of mine, which means getting it done in January, so that I can go onto the next novel.  And I'm not waiting until the new year to get started.

Should be an interesting year coming up what with living in a new city and unemployed for the both of us at the moment.  I'm hoping savings and tax refund will keep us afloat through March or April.  That's if things get really dire.  There's part time work, perhaps, as well as any story sales, which would be nice. 

Today, we're going to explore the new Phoenix Light Rail.  Grand Opening Today.  Other places in need of our exploration is the Star Trek Exhibit and the Phoenix Zoo.  And to our surpise we learned Arizona's first aquarium has opened in the East Valley.  An aquarium in the desert!  They even have penguins.  I sure hope they're protected against power outages.

One other thing worthy of note: the feeways of Phoenix, Arizona have to be some of the most beautiful freeways in the country.  They have landscaping, decorative gravel, planted trees and cacti, and designs and symbols carved in concrete and also created using that colorful gravel.

On the mom front she's driving again and for the most part has improved greatly since the head injury.  This was unexpected, but we'll take it. 

We still don't have Internet at my brother's place, so I try to update Livejournal at the library, which we go to often. 

Good wishes to all in the New Year!


Oregon, Cold. Arizona, Hot.

My sympathies to all my old friends in the Pacific Northwest.  Snow, cold, and gray.  The commute to work would have been horrible if we had still been living there--I definitely wouldn't have been biking in it.

I hope you won't take this journal entry the wrong way.  Sure, I'm enjoying the sun, warm temperature, and all the light in Arizona.  I'm sure if we're still here in summer, I'll be cursing the heat.  Honestly, we picked the right winter for being in Arizona.  And I'll be thankful for it while it lasts.

Stay warm and dry y'all.


Cell Phone Reaction

For the first time in my life I find myself with a cell phone and I'm thrilled at all the information ready in the palm of my hand.  I'm not a phone person which was why it took me so long to get a cell phone.  I'm just not a big talker on the phone.  But the cell phone offers so much more than talking.  There's texting.  I can check e-mail and have some internet access (some Internet stuff is just too wonky to do on the cell phone) and now I'm on Facebook and I'm enjoying it.

Getting a cell phone was well worth it.  We don't have Internet access at my brother's place yet, so the cell phone comes in handy for that.  Any other heavy-duty Internet stuff I need to do I go to the Mesa Community College library where I can get on the Internet for free.  Blogging might be infrequent for awhile but hopefully I can do an entry a week.  Facebook is a different experience when I can get to a computer.  So meanwhile, status updates will be done by phone.

This a great age to live in.  So much information and connection ready to tap into.

Here In Arizona

Finally obtained some Internet access (at a library) and here I am with a quick update. 

OryCon was a welcome break to packing.  Saying goodbye was a little more awkward than I had expected.  Didn't seem like we were leaving at all, seemed like there would be another Con around the corner and we'd be seeing these very same people.  There is a good chance that we will be seeing them at a Con, but we are now at the opposite end of the country.  Still missed out on seeing a lot of people at the convention, in particular some fellow Eugene residents.  Where the hell was everyone?  It was great to attend devonmonk 's book launch party.  We got a picture and autograph and everything!

The movers that loaded the piano and most of the boxes on Monday morning were great.  Seemed like we might be on the road by noon.  Alas, the last ten percent plus the cleaning took hours.  If frightens me to think of how long it would have been without some wonderful help from floatingtide .  She was great.  In fact, when we would shout at the ceiling "Whose idea was this anyway?" she said we could blame her only after she was gone and we were on the road.  Well, we never had the heart to blame the idea on her.

We didn't get on the road until four in the afternoon.  The apartment didn't get a thorough cleaning so we don't expect much back in the way of the deposit.  We drove until Reno, Nevada where we stayed with a friend and former Wordo, Brian Wade.  We got there around one or two in the morning.  It was great to visit with Brian for awhile and I would never regret that, even though we got a late start on Tuesday morning.

We drove through the Nevada desert on Tuesday, through obnoxious Las Vegas lit up in the night, through the Hoover Dam.  Security is tight at the Hoover Dam.  We had to open the back and be inspected before driving over the damn.  I'll always remember the line from the security officer as he points his flashing light at our stacks of boxes and junk (already informed that we were moving) and says, "So, what do you have in here?" 

We arrived in Phoenix at two am Wednesday morning.  X and I switched driving every two hours.  Sometimes a little longer.  This was a great way to do it.  We were able to get some sleep between shifts.  And to comfort the cats.

The cats, in fact, seemed to know that we had reached the end of the road at my brother's place in Chandler.  Back in Reno, when we let them out at Brian's place they had been freaked and cautious.  In Chandler, they relaxed.  They were a little more normal.  Some how they knew by our body language that we had arrived.  They no longer had to ride in a carrier in a cab of a truck.

We caught up on sleep over the next couple of days.  Felt some jet lag on Thanksgiving.  Mom is doing well and we're ready to help out in any way needed.

Today is Sunday.  Tomorrow is Monday.  X will be going to a temp agency tomorrow and I'll be writing in the morning.  It will be good to get back into some kind of routine.

More to report later!


OryCon, take me away

The flu is nothing more than just a few sniffles and a raw throat in the evening.  Physically, I feel at 100%

I called in sick for Monday, but I felt better to work Tuesday and Wednesday.  On my last day I got my last paycheck upon leaving and I was pleased to find out that I had sick pay.  Yay!  I didn't lose the pay from those missed days of work after all.

Tomorrow is going to be a hell of day as we pack like crazy people getting ready for a cross country move.  Then it's off to OryCon early Saturday morning--by train.  The con will be a nice break before loading the U-haul on Monday.

Crazy times, folks.  Crazy times.

Poor Timing

One annoying flu bug has bitten me during all this moving business.  First, a couple weeks ago, (and if this is the same bit of flu) I had weekend cold.  Just the sniffles and it went away by Monday.  Then this last Tuesday morning I wake up with a sore throat.  I go to work thinking I could deal with it.  Ha!  By the end of my shift, I was dragging.  Even with Daytime Theraflu at lunch time.  I was miserable that evening.

Wednesday I stayed home from work because I wanted to get well because I had a move coming up and Orycon, let alone making it through another week of work.  It felt good staying home, I felt much better.  Then Thursday I went to work.

Still felt a little run down, though.  Still took the Theraflu at lunch time.  I even went to work on Friday.

Here's where I think I went wrong, excusing for the moment that this could be a strong virus: I rode my bike back and forth to work on Thurday and Friday (Wednesday I had a ride).  That's 5.75 each way approximately.  It takes 30-35 minutes to bike that.  Now I hadn't thought about it at the time, but hindsight is 20/20.  My body needed energy to fight the virus and here I was taking it away by excercising, basically an hour each day.  I've become so used to biking, it never occured to me to question it when I was sick.  At least not until it was too late. 

So I'm at work on Friday.  I make it to lunch.  I don't have much of an appetite.  I drink my Theraflu.  And I don't feel like moving.  My lunch goes a little long, longer than what I'm comfortable doing.  I go out to work but it becomes clear that I'm dragging and that I'm of no use for the day.

I call my boss and tell her I need to go home.  Which is the best for everyone, really.  I have a feaver and I feel achy.  Now I can't get a ride home because nobody else is leaving and our car is with Ximena at her job.  I talk with her on the phone and we discussed a number of possiblities to get me home.  I had no money for the bus.  In the end, I decided to bike home, slowly, taking my time, drinking water and taking breaks.

It took me an hour to get home.  And boy was that bed comfortable when I got there.  I felt instantly better--my body no longer in the theroes of excertion.

Saturday I spent all day in bed even though I felt there's stuff that needed to be done.  Ximena assures me we're making great progress and have accomplised a lot already getting ready for this move.  She is so right.

Sunday is here and I feel better.  Still have the sore throat.  But I have more energy and we're packing and moving things.  I'm also taking breaks and drinking juice and sucking on lozenges. 

Tomorrow, I don't know about work.  If I do go in, I'm not biking.  I only work three days this week, my last day being Wednesday.  I'll probably drive the car or get a ride all three days.  I hate to miss anymore work days because we could really use the money for the move.  That may be so, but we also need my health.  I don't want to be sick during the move.  And I hope I haven't given this bug to Ximena.

Flu virus be gone!  I have stuff to do!

The move moving along

One great place to get free boxes for moving is the liquor store, or even the beer and wine section of Market of Choice.  Now if one comes into our apartment and glimpses the stacks of beer and liquor (and, yes, some wine) boxes, they'll believe we're throwing one hell of a party.

Alas, they'd be disappointed if they're party people.  Because what they'd find inside those boxes, would be books.

We've lightened our load here, getting rid of large pieces of furniture.  My desk is gone and now the desktop monitor sits on a kitchen chair and I type with the keyboard in my lap.  The apartment is chaos with everything scattered and out of place and boxes to walk around.  The cats are freaking out because we're changing their environment.

I"ve enjoyed this apartment we've been living in for the last four years.  I have little to complain about here.  But one thing I will not miss is the One-Butt-Kitchen.  The kitchen is so small that it's hard for two people to cook at the same time--if I bend over to get in the cupboard, I knock into Ximena, or vice-versa.  This kitchen doesn't have much counter space to speak of and no dishwasher, so the dirty dishes get piled in the sink.  It doesn't take long for the sink to get cluttered.  The two or three square feet of tile in the kitchen is known as the "Happy Tile" because it's a bright, 1970's red.  It almost screams GROOVY.

Truthfully, the Happy Tile is the best thing about our One-Butt-Kitchen.

Although if the tiled floor was any larger than the two or three square feet, it would be unbearable.



Finally Made It Here

We just got cell phones.  First time ever for me having a cell phone.  We're finally here in the twenty-first century!  Welcome to the world of tomorrow!

Now, maybe, someday we won't have our Internet access by dial-up. :-)


Short Jury Duty Day

My stint at jury duty didn't come to much.  When I went in and explained about a cross-country move coming up, I was told the available trials wouldn't last more than two or three days and that there were no murder trials.  Whew!

It was one day or one trial.  The woman that presented the orientation spoke with a pleasant southern accent.  She divided the 155 potential jurors into panels (or juries, I suppose) that she labeled as a different breed of dog.  I was a mutt!  Which, according to her, was a compliment--"My faithful companion, the mutt," she said.

Out of three potential trials and 155 potential jurors, only fifteen performed jury duty.  The first trial, someone (on the defense, I think) was a no show, so no trial there.  The second, 15 jurors were sent up and then sent back down again.  Five of those jurors were rejected, so five new ones had to be picked.  The third trial was postponed.

I was released shortly before noon.  The only other highlight was that I got to watch television coverage of the election of President Barack Obama.  I didn't vote for him because he's black.  I voted for him because I believe in him.  Nonetheless, I was getting teary-eyed at this historic event.

Then I went home and packed more boxes.