Lakeshore

lasirenadolce pointed out something very weird in chat this morning. Since the beginning of 2006, I've written exactly one short story I haven't been able to sell (that in May, 2006). I have garnered plenty of rejections (112 in that same time frame, vs. 54 acceptances from paying markets), and still have older stories which never sold, and few recent ones out under consideration, but for a while now everything new I've written has found a home.

Weird milestone I never would have thought of myself. It makes me oddly self-conscious. (My response to feeling self-conscious is to blog about it, for two reasons: one, I'm running towards what makes me uncomfortable instead of running away; two, I've made a commitment to document my career journey here, even the parts which aren't particularly flattering of me. ETA: The sale ratio is not unflattering, me talking about it is — as if I were bragging.)