Mood: Quivering
Word Count: 1,103
I came home from work to find an self addressed stamped envelope I put in a submission to a sci fi magazine. It hasn't been opened so I am going to let you in on the agony of rejection. Oh come on you know they didn't accept it. And the envelope says....ugh manuscript back, cover letter back with personal note of "We hate you." written on it. Actually it said, "Sorry. Can't use this. Best Wishes, Joe F." But underneath it means we hate you. They will not break my stride, oh no! Nobody gonna slow me down! Or some other crappy uplifting song.
Blechh, Rob
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
Mood: Wasted and not in the good way.
Word Count: Jack Squat
I went in early to work today to help with the media. I work at UPS and this time of the year the press likes to come in and observe the madness. So me and three guys pretended to load and unload an aircraft as a backdrop to our public relation's media interviews. It took 4 hours and spanned six states. The last city we broadcast too was Seattle. I worked my ass off and no one could see me because I was way inside the aircraftpushing containers. A lady from the PR department wanted to give me a videotape of the event. No thanks. So after that I really went to work. So I'm going to bed early don't give me any crap about my writing.
Nyah, Rob
Word Count: Jack Squat
I went in early to work today to help with the media. I work at UPS and this time of the year the press likes to come in and observe the madness. So me and three guys pretended to load and unload an aircraft as a backdrop to our public relation's media interviews. It took 4 hours and spanned six states. The last city we broadcast too was Seattle. I worked my ass off and no one could see me because I was way inside the aircraftpushing containers. A lady from the PR department wanted to give me a videotape of the event. No thanks. So after that I really went to work. So I'm going to bed early don't give me any crap about my writing.
Nyah, Rob
Monday, December 16, 2002
Mood: My glass is half-empty.
Word Count: 1,319 on a short story
I lost in my fantasy football league yesterday so I'm playing for 3rd place next week. If I lose the worst I will win is $200. Not too bad but first place was $600 and well within my reach this year. Well I beat my ex-wife this year so all's well that end's well. And I seem to be getting my writing done even during the X-mas rush at work. What can the Brown do for you? I also have 3 short stories on deck plus a novel idea. I want to finish a short story every two weeks. I need to have some ammo to send out to the short story markets if I ever want to stop working X-mas's(How in the hell do you make Christmas plural?)
Rob The Bold
Reading: Charles de Lint Tapping at the Dream Tree
Music: Queens of the Stone Age Songs For The Deaf Lucero Tennessee
Word Count: 1,319 on a short story
I lost in my fantasy football league yesterday so I'm playing for 3rd place next week. If I lose the worst I will win is $200. Not too bad but first place was $600 and well within my reach this year. Well I beat my ex-wife this year so all's well that end's well. And I seem to be getting my writing done even during the X-mas rush at work. What can the Brown do for you? I also have 3 short stories on deck plus a novel idea. I want to finish a short story every two weeks. I need to have some ammo to send out to the short story markets if I ever want to stop working X-mas's(How in the hell do you make Christmas plural?)
Rob The Bold
Reading: Charles de Lint Tapping at the Dream Tree
Music: Queens of the Stone Age Songs For The Deaf Lucero Tennessee
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