My last post was about the professional rejections I receive as an agent, so I think it's only fair to note that I actually do send my own writing out to magazines. I face the same slushing and rejection process that everyone else does (with one notable exception), and none of my fiction has been published to date. One of these days I'm going to write a novel, but don't look for it any time soon... I write at the pace of glaciers moving.
Currently, I have a story at Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show, which has been sitting there since September 9, 2005. Yes, September 9th, people, because Scott Card wanted to read it himself (since I attended his Boot Camp) and he never had any time. Now, Scott has turned the magazine's editorial duties over to Edmund Schubert, who is a fine fellow. I know that Edmund is reading the whole backlog of submissions, so I am eagerly awaiting my rejection from him any day.
It's one of my current obsessions. In between work-related tasks and and phone calls to people, I constantly check my Gmail account--all I've been getting is the frequent flier specials for various airlines. I feel so loved. Yet, even though I know that I'm most likely going to get rejected, I can't stop myself from checking because there's always the chance that a happy e-mail will show up...
So to distract myself, I've been indulging my other current obsession, which is listening to The Killers' new single, "When You Were Young". It's an awesome song that channels their glam-punk sound, and mixes it with Springsteen-esque tones. I adore it. It's been playing in the background all day, over and over. If you go to AOL Music, you can check it out; be forewarned that their bitrate isn't very high.