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A Snail's Pace
January 28, 1998
8:00 p.m.

 
 
     Moving forward in a writing career is like watching a snail. Nothing seems to happen at all, but when you check back on it 30 minutes later, it's way over on the other side of the tank. Or maybe it's more like watching the heavens. Every night you see the stars. Ever seen one move? But they do, don't they? Hard to believe they travel at thousands and thousands of miles an hour.

     I love the moments when I remember to think that the light I see from each star is anywhere from 4 years to millions of years old.

     But I digress, I think.

     Lots of progress to report today.

     The latest short story continues on course to finish soon. Still need a title, of course. I wanted to get a little farther on it today, but stayed up too late last night watching our president speak. With luck, I'll complete it before Saturday's gone.

     Also, received a 25 day rejection from Scott Edelman at SF Age.

     And, in the more good news category, Mike Resnick dropped me a line and confirmed I'll be writing a short story with him Real Soon now. He's accepted an anthology assignment from Brian Thompson, and is looking for an over eager new writer to work with him. I seem to fit the bill, so I'm in. At this point I'm not sure of anything else about the assignment. No theme. No length. No nothing. Well, that's wrong. I do know that it's due in roughly eight weeks.

     Still, I look forward to it eagerly. It's a chance to work with a man who wears a row of silver rockets (Hugo award trinkets) long enough to blind you if you catch him outside in the direct sunlight.

     I wouldn't pass that up for anything.

     So, things are moving. Slowly, it seems. Incremental progress that is only observable at a week's resolution. But progress nonetheless, and I am pleased. Sure, I would love to break out in a single, galactic explosion. But there's something beautiful about controlled progress. Something magical.

     Perhaps patience is what makes the trait of persistence so rewarding in the end.

     Gotta go now. I've got a night-time story to tell Brigid. And she won't be nine forever, you know?




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