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I've now been rejected by two of the three agents I sent those query letters off to.

One to go.

And then it's on to the next bag of hope on my list. All of whom actually have turn-around times and promises to get back to me.

And then I get to have ANOTHER anxiety spike as I wait for those turn-arounds. All the way down to zero.

And when it finally gets to zero, I shall draft a complaint letter to AR&E saying that their list didn't help in the slightest and I want my $400 back.

Not that it would help in the slightest, but... Gotta at least try. Right.

I'm four years away from the whole "do it for ten years and the world will notice you" thing. And if I have a fandom, they're really, REALLY quiet.

Not that I'm going to give up after ten years. Fuck no. I have enough book fodder to keep me going until 2036. And by the time that year rolls around, I'll have enough grist to keep me going until I die. And probably beyond.

I'm not giving up. I'm a writer until I die.

And speaking of WIPs...

I'm getting a rattle on with Over the River, which will be the last instalment of When We Were Us until I get a good stable of stories up for that one.

Which might take a while because I have these other shiny ideas bustling for my attention. As shiny ideas do. But I am taking my time and only working on the fanfic when I literally have nothing else to do.

Such is what passes for discipline in my life.

Challenge #01843-E019: Reminded of the Babe?

Don't do something permanently stupid just because you're temporarily upset. -- Anon Guest

My mother said/ I never should/ play with the faeries in the wood... - nursery rhyme.

The fae folk had her baby. Toddler. Even though her child could walk and talk after a fashion and perform simple tasks, Esa was still her baby and would be so until the day Risso died. Which might be soon, considering that she was marching into Fae territory with naught but her apron

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Seven minutes to write this post

Mayhem is ready for school. Chaos is ready for school.

Lunches are packed. Supplies are ready. And I have seven minutes' worth of blogging time.

Two minutes, now. Because I had to ogle some pretty Elf art.

Teh PLN:

  • Wait for the bus.
  • Send Chaos off
  • Do some scheduling
  • Drive Mayhem in
  • Stop by Chaos' school and drop off her box of stuff
  • Stop by the bank and get some money
  • Return home
  • Clean the HUGE FUCKING MESS my Beloved made and
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Challenge #01842-E018: A Place to Fit

The adventures/escapades of a Numidid raised by/among humans -- TheDragonsFlame

[AN: This continues on from this thing ]

Family is more than the people that excreted you, so goes the galactic saying. Family can be a bunch of loner weirdoes and their adopted Numidid keet called Pip. Scavenger M. DeVries and his daughter, Pip, cut quite a figure in the news, and they did so for all of forty-eight hours.

Because that was when the Galactic Alliance rediscovered a colony world

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Drastic change of PLN

Capt S cancelled on us when she heard that we were headed off from her place to be get home by two. Beloved's work cancelled on them for no reason whatsoever.

So we ended up pissing yesterday up the wall.

Sigh.

Today, we're doing everything we could have been doing yesterday if we weren't all busy waiting for others to get their collective shit together.

Because tomorrow is the day that school starts again. Maybe.

I haven't received any memos about Student

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Challenge #01841-E017: The Biological Solution

[End the story with this sentence] “Behold... the mighty predator.” -- TheDragonsFlame

First came the epithelials, and there was the Dust Problem. Amelioration worked, to a degree, but cleansing schedules soon became hell for multiple species. And someone discovered Fhitts and Squidges. Small, jellyfish-like animals that floated around via hydrogen gas bags. They either filter-fed as they drifted around on the air currents, or -in the case of the Fhitts- jetted about in active pursuit.

Then the Fhitts and the Squidges became

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So here's what's up

I got rejected by the first of those three agents. Impersonal form letter. No useful info.

We're all trucking off to see Capt S this morning. Bringing gifts, fixing tech. Whatever the heck.

We have to be back home before 2PM.

You may now place your bets on whether or not Capt S lets us leave before 2PM.

But because of that, I have to get a wriggle on with my shit.

Place your bets. Place your bets...

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Challenge #01840-E016: Toxic, Useless, and Ugly

"A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds." -- Knitnan

"I will work so hard," he said. "I won't even have time for golf. I won't have time to tweet. I'm talking bloody knuckles. I'm talking wearing out the grindstone with my nose. I'm talking twenty-four-seven. Hard. Sweaty. Work. For you. For all of you." And then he spent more days on the golf course, on holiday, or on leave than any other leader to

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Another fun day

Mayhem is supposed to go to his traineeship, today. He's begging off crook this morning, and claiming that he did not play with his phone all night despite it being right there with him under the covers.

Temperature checks prove that he's nominally human, so I'm making him get ready for his traineeship.

He definitely has the energy to complain and kick up a stink and give me fifteen colours of shit about getting ready for the day, so I maintain that

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Challenge #01839-E015: A Grand Day Off

Shoes off, comfy clothes, and good read. No phones, no Internet connection, a little bit of Heaven, and Room Service thrown in. Best Break Ever! -- Knitnan

Sometimes, you just need to get away. And sometimes, the problem with going anywhere is that the things you want to get away from tend to follow you around. And today, Ana needed to get away from the entire world.

To that end, she had carefully arranged this day. A new book. A collection of

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No need for coffee

I just sent off three queries to three agents, and I sincerely hope that one of them likes the cut of my jib. Not one of these people has given a turn-around time on their page or any indication at all that they'll get back to me about my shit.

Get the hard stuff out of the way first, and the rest will be easy.

BUT I still have six months of waiting on my calendar, so that's guaranteed to suck.

And

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Challenge #01838-E014: Hour of Need

It had been a hard day today, she Needed chocolate! -- Anon Guest

So. Let's recap. Best beloved and most capable person in the house arrested for a crime they couldn't possibly commit. On a day when she had needed to run around between four different destination, with stops on the way to pick up whatever. And stops at the bank to get her running money for the week because their mutual funds had been frozen and their family still needed to

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Okay. I can do this.

I have three thousand Steem Power in my Steemit account. I need 1800 to convert to the money I need for computers that will not soon die on me.

Stage One is "powering down" from Steem Power to plain old Steem. Which I have set up to start happening. I'm getting about 250 Steem a week on top of what's already there.

Stage Two is converting that into a bitcoin account. Which will involve paperwork and a website I can't remember from

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Challenge #01837-E013: The Helpful Cup

Hot sweetened tea and maybe a biscuit or sandwich will help to solve most problems. -- Anon Guest

In the grand scheme of things, Britanians never expect much out of the Tea Lady. Some sage advice, a rambling story about their youngest, and, of course, tea. If you knew how to play your cards right, you might get a Jammy Dodger or a Scotch Finger. That was the way it had always been. Until Ambassador Harry.

So far, she had helped the

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::muttered curses::

Stackedit is no longer my favourite editing program because it sucks now.

Basically, it doesn't like any file much over 25000 words and its save function doesn't. This, as you can imagine, puts a serious crimp on my style. Especially since my aim is generally WAY more than 25000 words.

I started writing this thing on Novl'r as a way of keeping my shit together. Then I 'ported it to Stack so I could work on it at a professional level.

Now

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