Status as of right this freaking minute

Current stories
Games: Out
Section III: Out
Anything Chocolate: Out, made it to editor, crossing fingers/toes/eyes
Deus Ex Machina: Out
Basic Biology: Out
As They Get Warmer, They Give a Little: Freshly out

Drafts
Jam Today: OMG stuck
Other Ideas: Refusing to take shape

Age when I decided I wanted to be a writer: 20 (late bloomer. I wanted to be a scientist)
Age when I wrote my first story: 20
Age when I got my hands on a typewriter: Computer geek here. Commodore 64, age 8
Age when I first submitted a short story to a magazine: 20
Thickness of file of rejection slips prior to first story sale: 2
Age when I sold my first short story: 21
Age when I killed my first market: Not yet
Approximate number of short stories/novelettes/novellas sold for copies (small press): 2
Approximate number of short stories/novelettes/novellas sold for cash money: 14
Number of sales since switching to SFF: 0
Age when I first sold a poem: LMAO
Age when I wrote my first novel/book: 23
Age when first novel/book was published: 24
Number of books: 2 (one novel, one collection)
Number still in print: 0
Level of bitterness on that subject: 7 out of 10
Age when a work was first shortlisted for an award: 24–Village Voice’s “Writers on the Verge”
Awards won: 1 (the Octavia Butler Scholarship to Clarion West)
Age when I became a full-time writer: Dude. I wish.
Age now: 35

Consider this a journal meme: if you write professionally, feel free to post your own equivalent of this list. (Obviously you’ll need to customize it to track your career path — but you get the idea.)

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Which reminds me to add: I am a NaNoWriMo LOSER *L on forehead*.  I think I got, oh, 5,000 words done this whole month. And 3,500 of them were for a rewrite.

It was NOT a good writing month. Nonetheless, I liked this quote from the last emailed Nano “pep talk” that came from, of all people, Piers Anthony:

“Here’s a secret: fictive text doesn’t necessary flow easily. Most of the time it’s more like cutting a highway through a mountain. You just have to keep working with your pick, chipping away at the rock, making slow progress. It may not be pretty at first. Prettiness doesn’t come until later, at the polishing stage…You just have to get it done by brute force if necessary. ”

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In other news, I made a red velvet cake. Nom nom nom.

And I’m shocked that I have a cavity and have to go to the dentist tomorrow morning.

Still. Nom.