Hobkin woke me up this morning at 7am demanding his breakfast. Grumble. Now he’s slumbering under his hutch and Matthew’s dead asleep, and I’m wide awake. Typical.
Had a lovely evening last night with britzkrieg and her fiancé. We went to see The Merry Wives of Windsor at the Shakespeare Tavern. Matthew and I have seen them do this play before and greatly enjoyed it, and they excelled with repetition. Laughed ourselves silly we did. And I think last night’s was better than the previous performance, if that’s possible. Got to meet britzkrieg‘s pride of felines. Quite a houseful of glowing eyes and velvet paws! Absolutely adorable. I greatly enjoy our get-togethers with them. We need to hang out again soon.
Also got a surprise email from gannet (waves), who found me via LJ. We know each other from high school but had lost contact. Delighted to have a chance to catch up with some of the old crowd. Nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia. Ain’t the Internet grand?
In less happy news, got a rejection from Argosy and Glimmer Train. At least the Argosy one had a scribbled note on it: “Not for us, but nice. Thanks & good luck.” So the editor seems to have read the whole story and thought well enough of it to put encouraging pen to page. But I didn’t even get a note from Glimmer Train. I just thought “hmm, they’re taking longer than usual” and went to their website to check the status of my submission. I was displeased to see that it had been marked “complete” (i.e. rejected). Don’t know for how long it had been processed without me getting word. But at least I know now.
These two rejected stories I consider two of my best and are a couple of my favorites. Sigh. Out they go again on Monday. They will find homes, dammit.
Hang tough. *g* I just wrote a huge polemic over in somebody else’s lj about the trials and tribulations of selling short stories.
It’s hard.