10.17.2007
I received #31 from Strange Horizons tonight as I sat on my futon watching Buffy Season Six, trying not to think about my dentist appointment tomorrow.
It's the standard rejection letter I always get from them, signed by the editor who was lucky enough to get my story in their round-robin process. Ah, I feel the love, baby!
The story in question was Environments and was rejection #2 for that piece after 22 days. That makes a combined total of sitting on an editor's desk - or, more likely, in their inbox - for 43 days. Not quite the secret of the universe, but I'll take it.
I wish I could get more worked up about it, but I've gotten so many rejections from them, I'm pretty much used to it. The whole receiving rejections pain has sort of dulled to a kind of throb every time I get one.
As for dull throbs that actually do bother me, my fucking teeth have been killing me since Saturday. It's like my gums are sunburned. They hurt and itch all at the same time. Yeah, love it, right?
So... it's been about three years since I've been to the dentist and I hate the whole thought. I always have this fear that they just want to start ripping things out of my head.
I don't know why. I actually like the guy.
Anyway, I made an appointment today for tomorrow first thing in the morning. Yea! Which means I'll probably spend the rest of the day watching Buffy Season Seven and trying not to think about my mouth or smoking as that usually never helps.
So there we go. I have two more stories out. Obviously more to come.