November 1st, 2006


no Hallo-weenies

pointoforigin pointed out that Halloween is different these days than when we were kids. Remember what it used to be like? We'd get dressed up and go door-to-door gathering tooth-rot, and we got to see everyone in great costumes wandering the sidewalks of our neighborhoods. Remember how every kid in town used to work for days or weeks to make the perfect costume? Sure, for some it was only a sheet with holes for the eyes, but everyone used to get into the spirit. It was fun and made the world feel a bit more magical.

Now? I didn't see any kids dressed up, and I live in a residential neighborhood. I drove downtown to fetch amjhawk from "class" (nee "Henry's") last night, and I did manage to see a bunch of costumes. Mostly college women in varying shades of "sluttish," but no kids. Anthony, at least, had a great costume - as did I: PJs with horses, settlers, and native Americans emblazoned all over - but kids? Didn't see any.

What's that all about? What happened to the fun of Halloween? It used to be for kids, now it's for folks in college. pointoforigin suggests it's a security thing. Heck, when I was a kid, I used to take my little brother out tricker-treating (to use a phrase from one of curieuse's students) alone, the two of us; he was six years younger. Still is, I guess, but I digress.

How many tricker-treaters did I get at my house? None; count 'em: Zero. I even had the lights on - both the sidewalk rope-lights and front door-light - and candy ready. So I watched The Island for Halloween. Not bad, fun movie. But it wasn't Halloween without the kids in costumes. Sigh.


Cutest Thing Evar!

Just now, I was about to shut down the laptop and head to the office, when -whoosh- a squirrel jumped up on the little brick ledge below my front window! About one foot away from me, she stood up and peeked into the house. I held very still - except for my big smile - and the squirrel stood up on her hinders and looked at me. Stood there for a few seconds, giant acorn in her mouth, then went down to four paws and walked along the ledge. Just as I started writing this, she came back and peered in at me again, ticking the window with her acorn.

(To get a mental image of where I am now, see the house icon: When doing online stuff at home, I sit at a round, mosaic-topped table that's a little wider than the center window in the big, front window. The lighter tone below the windows, along the bottom of the front wall, is the brick. Now you know where I am when I'm not at the office or in the garage *g*)

Now she's burying her treasure in my garden out front. I need to keep my camera at the ready for such moments! Wow!

(PS: That was freakish: LJ tried to post this in a different year. Um, what are those programmers smoking?)

me signing

Asimov's response times?

Dear writerly types -

I checked the Asimov's Magazine writer's guidelines page for info on how long it takes them to respond; they say about five weeks. Well, I'm getting antsy on account of having sent them a story (my first submission in longer than I care to admit; I too often let life stresses and such interfere with my writing career) on 9/7/2006. They should respond on or around 10/16/2006 or so, including Snail-Mail transit time. That's two weeks ago *nibbles nails*

How long have they taken to accept/reject your stories since Sheila took over? I have to confess that I hadn't submitted something to Asimov's since Gardner worked there, and have yet to sell a story to that mag. I'm determined! So I must get more into the mail before I hear back on this, because a rejection won't encourage much in the realm of getting back onto the writing horse unless I have other stuff already in the mail-pipe.
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