There is nothing going on at home this week. I know. My life should be more exciting than this. It’s been over 100 degrees in Redlands, though, and so I’ve been hibernating in the air-conditioning as much as possible. A warmed-up dinner, a good book, a cozy husband, and a feisty kitten are the things happiness is made of lately. And maybe some Doctor Who – Netflix just put up the latest season. I like Peter Capaldi quite a lot as the Doctor – I liked him quickly too.
I have not felt able to speak much about the Hugo fiasco that has been going on all year. I’m not in that world and I don’t follow the Fantasy industry as well as I should. Those authors are mostly unfamiliar to me. But it did give me a bit of glee to find that competence and diversity won out, and that petty hatred and ballot-fixing did not. The Guardian has a lovely article on it, if you’re at all interested in the outcome: http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2015/aug/24/diversity-wins-as-the-sad-puppies-lose-at-the-hugo-awards?CMP=share_btn_tw. Most notably, it seems that the Hugos have maintained their reputation and legitimacy.
It has been a few weeks of rejection (several stories returned), so I’ve been taking it easy on editing the novel. I keep thinking I’ve become inured to the rejection, and then I get several all at once and I find it’s not actually any easier to take. Not in large doses. It’s harder to accept constructive criticism when you’re feeling crappy about it all, hence the snails-pace. It will all happen eventually. I’m not terribly worried about it.
And that’s it from the land of Here. Sometimes no news is good news.