I decided I needed to get out of the house yesterday. The Atlanta Film Festival folks asked Matthew to work yesterday evening at the Rialto, so I decided to tag along both to be helpful and I figure my muse is getting a bit starved, sitting in my living room, without anything fresh to feed her.
As far as muse food goes, it wasn’t really much of a buffet. I got some good imagery from the MARTA station and the walk to the Rialto–skateboarders videotaping their stunts, a guy sitting on a step of the loooong escalator while chatting on the phone–but the film festival people watching wasn’t all that inspiring. Alas.

Writing Stuff
Yay, a sale! A sale! I sold my dark little story, “In Suffering Lies Salvation,” to jinzi‘s awesome ezine, anaisdotmfk.com. I’m so glad this story is finally getting a good home. It’s been dangling in a terrible limbo for years after being accepted for an anthology that got delayed and delayed and is now on indefinite hiatus. Whew. Finally, my “I can’t sell a damn thing” streak has been broken. It’s slated for a special issue due out, Lentish.

I saw on the TTA discussion forum that Andy Cox has decided to rename his flagship magazine, The Third Alternative, to Black Static. He’s not planning on doing any crossover titles or anything like that. Issue #42 was the last TTA, and the next one will have the new name. I dunno. I liked the old name, and more to the point, it was an institution in and of itself. I’m going to miss it. I’m sure I’ll grow to love Black Static as much, but still, nostalgia and all . . .
New Words: 400
On a new short story set in the same world as the last one, upon fosteronfilm‘s suggestion.
Yay! I get to be the first to congratulate you on finally making another sale!! :dances happily around room: Slantรฉ, Eugie! Cheers, congratulations, and all that good stuff. :dances again:
Thanks, Keesa! *joins in with the happy dancing*
I always wondered about that title. It begged the question … Third Alternative to *what*? What are the first two alternatives? “Eat cheese … put a gun to your head … OR …”
Oh, also, congrats on the sale!!! ๐
Hee! Thanks!
I’ve always heard the phrase used in terms of plotting. When you’re writing a story, you come to a point where things can go one of two ways. Most of the time though, the first options you come up with are fairly cliche, so the idea is to look for the third alternative, the one nobody will be expecting.
Congrats on the sale!
Thank you!
Congrats sweetie on the sale!!! ๐
Thanks!
Woo, a sale!!!
Woot!
Congrats, Eugie!!
Thank you!
Yay sale! Conga rats!
*squeezes conga rat* I loves me dem conga rats, I do!
Hooray, a sale to break the lull! Congrats. ๐
Thank you!
*does the Sale dance!*
cause at this point, there really SHOULD be a dance.
Oh, there so is a Sale Dance in this house. The current version is a bit toned down from the original, which was me hooting like a lunatic while running through the house flapping my arms while periodically stopping to jump up and down (my husband can attest to the fact that yes, I am indeed a spaz), but still mighty silly. Unrestrained gleeful triumph cares not for dignity.
Hehehehe! :dances more: Here’s wishing many, many more in the very, very near future!
“I have no need for dignity. I made a sale.”