After Hours

Took the plunge

Well, I actually mailed the aforementioned short story manuscript this

morning on my way to work. Suddenly, everything I hated about the ms.

is all I can think about, and I feel nauseous at the idea of a

respected editor gleaning her first impression of me from this pile

of trash. Worse, the mailbox I used is actually in our office, so I'm

having to resist the urge to crowbar the metal box open, dig out my

envelope and set my idiot aspirations ablaze in a highly cathartic

hallway bonfire.


And by resisting, I mean I don't have easy access to a crowbar.


Neurotic much?


Ironically, the fact that this 'script is "in transit" makes we want to

write even more, if only to immediately produce a superior product and

use it to "cleanse the palate" of the editor in question. This

presupposes I'm capable of a superior product, which I guess means I've

backed into a little self-confidence, if only out of necessity.


Oh, yeah, the editor in question. Shelia Williams, the submissions editor as Asimov's. Hey, if you're going to fail, might as well fail big.


Yeah, definitely going to throw up now.

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Jay Garmon has a vast and terrifying knowledge of all things obscure, obtuse, and irrelevant. One day, he hopes to write science fiction, but for now he'll settle for something stranger — amusing and abusing IT pros. Read his full profile. You can a...

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