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Writing
*Submission, GUD, 4/21
*Rejection, nanobison, 4/20 (RT: 2 months)
I don't normally obsess about rejections, but I've found myself trying to figure out why my S&S story didn't make the cut (considering I've read every volume of the anthology series, and I really thought it was a perfect fit). After comparing notes with other authors and reading a few of the stories that got held before being rejected, I think I had two strikes against me. One, this editor seems partial to lighter fantasy. Two, I killed a horse, rather gruesomely, about four pages in. Given observation number one, the editor may not have read past that point.
Ah, well. Having unraveled that mystery to my satisfaction, I can now send the story out again. I know you're all breathing a sigh of relief to hear it. Heh.
Everything Else
There's a saying among military wives that you find out who your real friends are during a deployment. While I won't go that far, I have been surprised both by the people who just haven't been there for us and even more so by the people who have. Case in point - our taxes. This year, after having gotten screwed by H&R Block two years running, we hired a CPA to do our taxes, the sister of my husband's supervisor on the civilian side. I was able to have lunch with her and her sister today, and when I brought up paying her, she waved me away, saying it was "her contribution to the cause" and "the least she could do." Now, I know she spent several hours on our taxes - we are way past the "EZ" forms here. We probably owed her at least $500, and possibly a good deal more. But she did them for free for us, because it was one small way should could show her support for what my husband and all our brave men and women in the armed forces are doing over there.
Then there is my husband's supervisor herself, who organized a drive for care packages at her office that resulted in over 200 lbs. of stuff being sent to my husband and the guys he's with. And another friend, who I've only really known for a few months, is doing the same with the classes at her kids' school. And another friend, who I know only through the internet, has sent a ton of phone cards for me to pass on to my husband and his guys. The list goes on.
Having my husband in harm's way is hard - incredibly so - but having the support of so many people makes it bearable. I am humbled, and I am so very grateful. Thank you all.
*Submission, GUD, 4/21
*Rejection, nanobison, 4/20 (RT: 2 months)
I don't normally obsess about rejections, but I've found myself trying to figure out why my S&S story didn't make the cut (considering I've read every volume of the anthology series, and I really thought it was a perfect fit). After comparing notes with other authors and reading a few of the stories that got held before being rejected, I think I had two strikes against me. One, this editor seems partial to lighter fantasy. Two, I killed a horse, rather gruesomely, about four pages in. Given observation number one, the editor may not have read past that point.
Ah, well. Having unraveled that mystery to my satisfaction, I can now send the story out again. I know you're all breathing a sigh of relief to hear it. Heh.
Everything Else
There's a saying among military wives that you find out who your real friends are during a deployment. While I won't go that far, I have been surprised both by the people who just haven't been there for us and even more so by the people who have. Case in point - our taxes. This year, after having gotten screwed by H&R Block two years running, we hired a CPA to do our taxes, the sister of my husband's supervisor on the civilian side. I was able to have lunch with her and her sister today, and when I brought up paying her, she waved me away, saying it was "her contribution to the cause" and "the least she could do." Now, I know she spent several hours on our taxes - we are way past the "EZ" forms here. We probably owed her at least $500, and possibly a good deal more. But she did them for free for us, because it was one small way should could show her support for what my husband and all our brave men and women in the armed forces are doing over there.
Then there is my husband's supervisor herself, who organized a drive for care packages at her office that resulted in over 200 lbs. of stuff being sent to my husband and the guys he's with. And another friend, who I've only really known for a few months, is doing the same with the classes at her kids' school. And another friend, who I know only through the internet, has sent a ton of phone cards for me to pass on to my husband and his guys. The list goes on.
Having my husband in harm's way is hard - incredibly so - but having the support of so many people makes it bearable. I am humbled, and I am so very grateful. Thank you all.
