The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction
PO Box 3447
Hoboken, NJ 07030
Sept. 4, 2007
Dear Ms. Harris:
Thank you for submitting "Eat the Comet," but I'm going to pass on it. This tale didn't grab my interest, I'm afraid. Good luck to you with this one, and thanks again for sending it our way.
Sincerely,
John Joseph Adams
Assistant Editor
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My mom just told me I was morbid because I said I was going to frame this letter and hang it up. Funny thing is, I'm not bummed about it at all. Yeah, it'd be great if they'd bought it, but I really had no expectation that they would. I read that they take about 1% of the material they publish from new writers. New goal is to have another packet together to send out to somewhere else by Friday.
08 September, 2007
05 August, 2007
In short:
Woohoo!
Me, Simpsonized
playlist updated. 2 drafts finished. awesome feedback from a friend in the industry. boxing. coffee.
FOOD!
more later.
29 June, 2007
Open arms for July
does anyone else find it cathartic to rip the page off the calendar when it's been a rough month, and see a fresh, clean new month ahead? All those blank squares, just waiting to be filled with possibility...
29 April, 2007
and then, in that silence, music!
Catching up:
Playlist updated, more or less.
I've moved to North Carolina, more or less.
Got a job, more or less.
Started taking a kickboxing class.
Need to buy a new car.
Tuned up my cello for the first time in a year.
Finished drafts of Eat the Comet and another as-yet-untitled piece. I have high hopes for Comet and plan to knuckle down on it this week and crank out another draft now that I've gotten tons of great feedback for it.
That story really is my red-headed stepchild. Some days I love it and some days it just pisses me off. It really is outside my comfort zone and isn't really my genre, but I think as long as I'm patient with it and not too hard on myself for not being a better parent to it as I neglect it or tear it apart, it could grow up and find a home someplace like Asimov's. That's the shoot-for-the-stars dream, anyway. As it is, I'm happy just knowing that something I created has already made my friends laugh out loud in such places as Economy Class transatlantic flights, Nursing school classrooms, coffee houses, and desks in various offices.
My current writing space is Caffe Driade, which has excellent coffee and this great middle-of-nowhere feel to it. I go there and feel like I've stepped into a vast wilderness that just happens to have a little coffee house there. I actually see foxes and other critters hanging out around me and there are trees and plants everywhere, including a giant potted tree on the roof. It is the best possible environment for me to be productive. It was there that I completed the handwritten first draft of a Once Upon A Time type story. I haven't typed it up yet, as I'd planned to do today, because I needed to let it settle so I could figure out which of the 3 endings I'd come up with to use.
Lastly, as usual, I find out about these things late, but though the story's a couple of years old now, you may find the same inspiration I did in learning about Owen and Mzee, a baby hippo and an ancient tortoise, respectively, who bonded and became best buddies after Owen washed up in Africa after the tsunami.
Playlist updated, more or less.
I've moved to North Carolina, more or less.
Got a job, more or less.
Started taking a kickboxing class.
Need to buy a new car.
Tuned up my cello for the first time in a year.
Finished drafts of Eat the Comet and another as-yet-untitled piece. I have high hopes for Comet and plan to knuckle down on it this week and crank out another draft now that I've gotten tons of great feedback for it.
That story really is my red-headed stepchild. Some days I love it and some days it just pisses me off. It really is outside my comfort zone and isn't really my genre, but I think as long as I'm patient with it and not too hard on myself for not being a better parent to it as I neglect it or tear it apart, it could grow up and find a home someplace like Asimov's. That's the shoot-for-the-stars dream, anyway. As it is, I'm happy just knowing that something I created has already made my friends laugh out loud in such places as Economy Class transatlantic flights, Nursing school classrooms, coffee houses, and desks in various offices.
My current writing space is Caffe Driade, which has excellent coffee and this great middle-of-nowhere feel to it. I go there and feel like I've stepped into a vast wilderness that just happens to have a little coffee house there. I actually see foxes and other critters hanging out around me and there are trees and plants everywhere, including a giant potted tree on the roof. It is the best possible environment for me to be productive. It was there that I completed the handwritten first draft of a Once Upon A Time type story. I haven't typed it up yet, as I'd planned to do today, because I needed to let it settle so I could figure out which of the 3 endings I'd come up with to use.
Lastly, as usual, I find out about these things late, but though the story's a couple of years old now, you may find the same inspiration I did in learning about Owen and Mzee, a baby hippo and an ancient tortoise, respectively, who bonded and became best buddies after Owen washed up in Africa after the tsunami.
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