May Statistics
Submissions Sent Out: 15 subs sent.
Rejections:
Intermoonlit First Chapter Contest - Fiction 5/1/06
Intergalactic Medicine Show - Fiction - 5/14/06
Fantasy Magazine - Fiction - 5/20/06
FantasySpot - Fiction - 5/21/06
Flesh & Blood - Fiction - 5/22/06
Lone Star Stories - Fiction - 5/23/06
Country Mouse - Poetry - 5/30/06
Abyss & Apex - Fiction - 5/30/06
Book of Dark Wisdom - fiction - 5/30/06
Poems Neiderngasse - Poetry - 5/31/06
Danforth - fiction 5/10/06 - lost the submission - resub when subs reopen...
Acceptances
Red River Review: 5/26/06 - poetry - At Her Bedside
Total Work Out: 10 pieces of prose, 34 poems, 23 venues...
Overall - sort of a crappy month except for the fact that I got one actual acceptance, a phone call from an editor for a soontobe possible acceptance (will provide more info on that later...), two "good" rejections (meaning I got comments from the editors - writing was good but it doesn't fit the tone/mood we're going for....), and a pretty good horoscope for yesterday (when I sent out MORE stuff...)
My poem, At Her Bedside, is currently available in the May 2006 issue of Red River Review.
~S
One of my favorite and one of the most respected resources for writers has been handed a bit of a raw deal... am linking to another blog, Making Light as that's where all the info is...
I'm betting Absolute Write will come through without problems. but damn... they shouldn't have to be put through that for HELPING writers.
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/007577.html
~S
Technical difficulties have now been fixed and the Imaginary Word can again be found, perused, searched etc...
Have a great month!
Sarah Wagner
When my mom felt ignored, she used to say: "So what am I, chopped liver?" I always assumed this was a normal phrasing... I always assumed other people's mothers said it too. I now know that I'm a bit wrong on that front. but, I discovered yesterday just how ingrained the phrase is in my own mothering.
Sitting down to lunch, we went to my grandparents' house for Mother's Day, and my son decided he wanted to sit next to Nan instead of me - no biggie I assure you. As I was moving the plates and glasses around he says to me this: "But don't worry Mom, you're not chopped liver." I about died laughing! Nan and Pap joined in and I don't think my little guy understood what was so funny ;)
Just had to share...
~S
Talked to dr's office today - have mostly great news. Glucola screening came back within the normal range - excellent news. Placenta did in fact move UP - meaning, no previa and no danger of spontaneous hemorage due to placement of said placenta ;) Very good news for me and for the baby. No determination of gender has been made - so, this one will be a surprize and we'll probably do the nursery in Beatrix Potter theme... Only iffy news is that my iron is too low so I'm being placed on a supplement for my iron - hunky dory by me don't ya know. so long as I remember to take it - I'm all set. I'm sure I'll have help in that department. But anyway - that means that I can get back to normal life - except for the sitting at the computer - I need a new chair that leans a bit if I want to seriously get back to work - but - at least I'm headed in the right direction.
Just wanted to update any curious passerby....
~S
Doctor's Appointment is over and done with and still, I know nothing... even things I thought I knew I don't know. Yesterday was a LONG day. First: Rob couldn't come with me because the only guy he could have traded shifts with wouldn't even call him back to say - no can do - he just avoided him. Part of me hopes he needs to change shifts sometime soon.... So - this was my first dr's appointment without him. I went to the hospital early, figuring I'd have to do the paperwork again - which I didn't have to do - and so wound up sitting in the waiting room. Alone. Anyone who's had a sonogram can tell you they have you drink oodles of water and won't let you use the restroom so sitting in the waiting room for an extra 45 mnutes is absolute torture... But - there was an emergency so what could they do? no biggie. I liked my sonogram technician. She was nice. We chatted - I'm a nervous talker... And the results - with a full bladder, the sonogram showed that my placenta moved lower - meaning I'm in worse shape than I was. with an empty bladder (a girl can only hold it so long), the sonogram showed that my placenta moved up as it should have. So - I know nothing until Friday - the head of radiology has to look it all over. I may not know anything then as I'll probably have to do another sonogram - this time the infernal internal one - yuck. Also in the sonogram room --- we did a double check on the gender - previous sonogram had speculated boy - this time the tech could find no evidence of it being a boy - meaning - no sign of a penis. There are two possibilities here - a. the little thingy is shy and hiding or b. the umbilical cord caught the sonogram just right last time. So - we aren't actually going to know what we're having until s/he comes out. Fortunately - I have names for both. The only thing difficult will be decorating... I've got to do something neutral now. After twwo technicians poked and proded and bruised me for an hour - I headed over to the dr's office - though neither my dr or nurse were there - wasn't expecting my doc but my nurse (who is fabulous) had a death in the family. Drank the super-sugar-soda drink which is not nearly as bad as people say. Then talked to a different doc about my weight gain - too much too fast, just like with my son... not a good sign. I had a 12 pound jump this month and that's not only not good but could be a sign of future issues. It's really simply that I'm always hungry. Which has nothing to do with being pregnant. I'm always always hungry - it's just that I indulge myself when I'm pregnant. No more. Too bad, so sad. Then had to sit in the waiting room for an hour or so, got my blood drawn, chatted with the nurse for a while and left for home. Starving because I had to skip lunch for the glucola test. So I stopped by my inlaws on the way to get my son from school and stole a bananna... needed something. D and Rob both seem to be OK with the fact that the baby may not be a boy... Me - I just want healthy. Sure - I'd love to have a little girl but honestly - boys are so easy! Rob actually wants a little girl just so he can play big mean daddy when it's time for her to start dating. He's weird... not really but still. So - I still know nothing. May not know anything for a while yet. Only a few things are certain.... I am in fact pregnant. The baby is very active. I'm carrying too low. The baby is overall healthy - the measurements, developement - all that they can tell is perfect.
So - enough of that... I know nothing now - but, I think I'm ok with that. For now.
~S
Sent Out 5 submissions
Rejections:
elipsis - 4/1/06 - fiction
2river - 4/10/06 - poetry
T-zero - 4/19/06 - poetry
Acceptances
None
Work Currently Out:
24 Submissions = 10 short stories and 14 poetry markets for a total of 43 poems.
Not too bad but, could be better all around
~S