It’s been about a month since I last shared a rejection slip from a dead magazine with you, and I think it’s time you once more had a chance to … well … gloat.

Fantasy Book was good to me—I published two short stories with them (“Guinea Pigs” and “You Ain’t Just Whistlin’ Dixie“), though obviously not the one that got me this slip. (That story, “There Will Be No Miracles Today,” was eventually withdrawn from circulation, and has never never been—and never will be —published). In addition to those two acceptances, I was rejected 27 times, so I’d submited a total of 29 stories there, which meant that as I approached submission 30, it seemed like a magical number.

Why?

See, my first sale to Fantasy Book was the 10th story I submitted. I then thought I understood what the editor wanted, as we all do the first time we click, but no, I was rejected nine more times after that, only to sell them my 20th submission. (See the pattern?)

And then I was again rejected nine more times.

Back then, I thought—I get it—the editor will only buy every 10th submission from me. (Writers have strange superstitions.) So I was hopeful as I considered which story to shove in a manilla envelope for my 30th shot at a sale. But, alas, the magazine stopped publication, so I never had a chance to learn whether my superstition had any basis in truth.

By the way, if you think 29 a high number of submissions to any one market, far from it. Someday, when I have the time, I’ll do an exact count, but I’m pretty sure that there are a couple of magazines that I’ve submitted to 75 or more times … without a single sale.

Hope springs eternal.

I didn’t get to attend the Small Press Expo last year because our trip to Melbourne for Worldcon trumped everything, so I was glad I had no SPX conflicts this time around. I only attended Saturday, but still managed to make it to three programming items—a Q&A with Roz Chast and Kate Beaton about working at the New Yorker, a panel on the Secret History of Women in Comics moderated by Heidi MacDonald and featuring Jessica Abel, Robyn Chapman, Alexa Dickman, and Diane Noomin, and a presentation by Chester Brown on his new graphic novel Paying For It. In between all that, I had drinks with John Sullivan and Jamie Gegerson, and of course made several circuits of the dealers room.

I managed to resist most impulse buys, but here are three things I found I couldn’t resist.

The first book that caught my eye was Frog & Owl: Regret is for the Weak, by Molly Lawless. There was something about the title that attracted me. Maybe it’s from too much reading of Frog and Toad are Friends to my son a couple of decades ago, but the idea of a dysfunctional relationship of a similar animal pair attracted me. So I picked it up and started to read.

The second strip in the book, titled “Love Is” (see below), made me laugh. And as I then told the artist, “OK, you made me laugh. Now I have to buy it.”

It was a good choice, because when I read the book on getting home last night, Lawless made me laugh a LOT. (more…)

On September 4, 1978, Irene and I celebrated our second anniversary by having lunch at Windows on the World restaurant. It was part of an anniversary weekend that included a rented Rolls Royce, orchestra tickets to the then-hit Broadway show On the Twentieth Century, dinner at the reopened Stork Club, and a suite at the Plaza Hotel overlooking Central Park. (No, we weren’t rich … but I’d just gotten paid for The Captain Midnight Book of Sports, Health and Nutrition and decided to blow most of the proceeds celebrating.)

For those who don’t remember … Windows on the World was on top of the north tower of the World Trade Center.

The original to this photo is displayed to the right of my desk, which means I see it and think about that lunch and that venue every day.

I sure wish we lived in a world in which we could go back there again for some future anniversary …

As we rode the Spaceship Earth attraction at Walt Disney World during our 35th anniversary weekend, our pictures were snapped and dropped into a personalized video showing our future, which was screened for us as the ride was ending … and then emailed so it would be waiting for us when we arrived home.

So here’s what Irene and I will be doing in the world of tomorrow!

We giggled when this unexpected video popped up.

We did a LOT of giggling at Disney World …

Looking at the list below, August seems to have been comparatively light on dreams. Too much travel and too much sleep in unfamiliar beds, I think. But still, Stephen Colbert managed to make yet another of his appearances, plus Walter White, Gen. William Westmoreland and Jonathan Winters showed as well.

Were you in my dreams, too? Only one way to tell!

August 2011

I dreamt I wandered NY’s Forbidden Planet, which was filled with familiar comics titles, ALL of which were drawn by unfamiliar artists. 31 Aug

I dreamt a woman escaping a horde of zombies scampered up a rose trellis to a building’s second level and they were too clumsy to follow. 30 Aug

I dreamt I starred in a new Batman TV show and ran costumed through city streets with Robin to get to the taping of the 1st episode in time. 29 Aug

I dreamt I was Jimmy Berluti from The Practice, and a bodyguard I’d hired accidentally discharged his gun at the airport and shot a kid. 29 Aug

I dreamt I was a reporter attending Gen. William Westmoreland’s final press conference, where one of his aides forced my arm into a salute. 29 Aug

I dreamt I was in a softball league with Steve Carell and needed to pay refs, but the bills in my wallet for $180, $360, etc. confused me. 28 Aug

I dreamt it was my first day at a Boston comics shop, but couldn’t find a spot nearby so had to walk a mile to get there. And I had a beard! 26 Aug

I dreamt stories of mine occupied all five slots on next year’s Hugo ballot, but told Allan Steele I would probably be beaten by No Award. 26 Aug

I dreamt I was in a diner with Jonathan Winters discussing where to find great BBQ. We agreed the best ever had been cooked by Elvis’s maid. 26 Aug

I dreamt that @pnh was attempting to sing “Billy Don’t Be a Hero” in the SFWA suite, but forgot how it started, so I pulled it up on iTunes. 25 Aug (more…)

When Irene and I decided we would replicate our honeymoon on our 35th anniversary by returning to Walt Disney World and staying in the same hotel we stayed in back then—the Contemporary (the one that has the monorail going through the building)—we had no idea of the sort of celebration Disney had in store for us. Because over the course of the weekend, we were wished a happy anniversary by hundreds of people each day!

I’d mentioned while making the reservations that we’d been at Disney World back in 1976, and that information made it into our profile, which meant that it all started when the driver of the Magical Express bus announced over his loudspeaker as we were being driven from the Orlando Airport to our hotel that there were two very special guests aboard celebrating an anniversary—us!

And when we checked in at the Contemporary, we were each given one of the buttons below to wear, resulting in us getting a cheery “Happy anniversary!” from every employee and many of the regular folks as well, which gave the weekend a party atmosphere.

We were far from the only ones there celebrating an anniversary—we chatted briefly with another couple who were celebrating their 67th (yes, 67th!) anniversary. So now we’ve got something to aim for! (more…)

… that two were made one.

Just in case yesterday’s pics weren’t enough for you to figure out where Irene and I spent our honeymoon and where we returned to celebrate our 35th anniversary, here are two more which should definitely give it away.

And if those don’t help you, all I can say is … what planet are you from, anyway?

Irene and I will be heading off shortly to celebrate our 35th anniversary—which is officially the day after tomorrow—in the same location we spent our honeymoon in 1976. We’ll even be staying in the same hotel!

Where are we going? For now, my only answer will be to share these photos from that long-ago honeymoon.

Some of you will immediately be able to ID the background and guess where we’re going. As for the rest of you, you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow morning for some honeymoon pics which will DEFINITELY give it all away.

Irene and I will celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary the day after tomorrow after tomorrow, on September 4th. Here’s a photo from the day before yesterday before yesterday before a whole lot of other yesterdays, taken early on during our courtship.

Two questions.

Does anybody still use the word “courtship” anymore?

And—how is it that I’ve gotten older and she hasn’t changed a bit?