Tuesday, November 23, 2010
130
Just finished and sent out story 130, my first story in nearly two months. That's sobering. Shipped it off to The New Yorker because, like the lottery (not Shirley Jackson's), you can't win if you don't play. And your odds at being published in The New Yorker, as impossible as they may seem, are much better than your odds at winning the lottery.
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Is it a genre story? Good luck, regardless!
Thank you! It is genre, science fiction. The New Yorker has published science fiction, so it's within the realm of possibility.
They have, indeed. I'm going to try to forget I read this post so that one day, when I'm scanning the contributors for the week, you can surprise me.
And you said 130? TCB!
Elke, did you mean TCBY? The Country's Best Yogurt? If not, I don't know what you mean. But I like yogurt.
Taking care of business, sugar. You know all about it.
Ah! Thank you.
By the way, I would like credit for this NOT being one of those times I crop up, say something cryptic, and then leave you to figure it out on your own. No, even though you're good at figuring me out, this time I came back and explained. Can I get a few points for that?
You can get twelve points for that. At twenty-thousand points, you can cash them in for a five piece Calphalon set.
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