idiosyncreant: cartoon avatar of blue eyed redhead with curly hair, underdyed with black (MrsMagus)
I like the Zombie tones of LJ's header. Better than the industrial blues, especially--deep colors just get to me.

Yesterday afternoon, the weather was perfect. I sat outside with my shins bared (in contempt of the dermatologist's advice) to macrame-knot glow strings into a jewelry set for my sister. She's wearing it all, too, which is a SuCesS! An unexpected one.

Then once it was dark I had to go out and do emergency watering, and it was perfect weather for something besides wet chores.

Today I bought a ratty old holster (that rides real nice, it has to be *some* sort of real) and a 1909 Sears Roebuck catalogue. I kid you not. I paid less than two dollars for both. (Guess which one belongs to my costume?)

For thematic circularity, I would have it be known I did write a story that marginally includes zombies, and it is certainly ready for some zomb-pocalyptic worthy critiquing. It's one of those my-pace 10,000 worders, though. To request this story, just comment with the promotional code: DEADSIDE BEAT.  ^_^

idiosyncreant: cartoon avatar of blue eyed redhead with curly hair, underdyed with black (Matches?)
It's Stat Time Again    Because all the Cool Elevenses VPs are doing it

And this time it's fancy--I've been pulling out submissions information from my Progress spreadsheet, just to see it isolated in a clearer format. I'm...rather impressed, actually.

Rejections: 10 (14 pieces, multis for poetry) but see this?
FORM Rejections: 5   
(which until I pulled this info out I hadn't realized were so disparate--all story submissions are in this category, sadly)
Submission Points : 13
(including pending responses for year so far)
Over Last Year's Score: 11
Outstanding Invitations to Submit More: 3

(Woefully for speculative poetry, which I started to actually write yesterday, luckily two for when submissions reopen a while from now)

Poisson Points:  69 pages  5th Chapter of 8~10

First Lines:    (with cheats)
Poisson:

Mr. Poisson was the most dangerous man of Muldable City. His wardrobe being all in hues of magenta was not generally seen as funny.

Between Brothers:

Desty looked out the window of his friend's apartment over the city—the frost and fire of evening, in this season of short days, was brilliant. He felt a forgotten valediction on the magic he worked with, dry and business-like, every day.



The Leighle:

Caer paused at the door of his office at encampment and watched the Leighle. She was at work on a battle-map spread on the floor boards, intent as ever, but looking pallid.


Deadside Beat:

A billboard stood, neglected, on the fringe of Untown's Deadside but facing into Liveside: "Kills for Less--Hardhome Hitstrikers".

 Every time she thought of it, Morgan Hardhome's teeth went on edge.


And right now I'm reworking Beastly--again. The first line is tentatively:

The light of midmorning blinded Jen as she threw open the door.


Boy. None of these are snappy at ALL.
Except Mr. Poisson. He is an exception to everything. (Except being talked up. He takes no exception to that.)

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