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Writer Meme

* Age when I decided I wanted to be a writer: Hmm. I'm going to guess and say I was probably 9 or 10. Maybe earlier.

* Age when I “wrote” my first story: Again. 9 or 10.

* Age when I got my hands on a typewriter: My memory sucks. I'm thinking the old manual typewriter arrived right around age 12 or 13. Maybe earlier. Eventually I upgraded to an electric and then an electronic typewriter.

* Age when I wrote my first novel: 15 or 16 - it was a historical romance that I wrote on the back of scrap stationary from my mom's office. I remember it had a green masthead.

* Novels written between age 4 and age 34: Guessing here. I'm going to say roughly 5 completed novels with many stories who died in infancy.

* Age when I first submitted a short story to a magazine: I've never submitted to a magazine.

* Thickness of file of rejection slips prior to first story sale: I've only put my stuff out there a handful of times. Rejections can be counted on one hand.

* Age when I sold my first short story: TBA

* Age when I first came close to selling a novel: TBA

* Age when I killed my first market: TBA

* Age when I was first told I had no talent (by an editor): Hasn't happened yet. But I assume the risk increases with the number of submissions mailed.

* Age I was first told I had no talent (by a reader): Not yet.

* Age when I first sold a non-fiction book: I don't see this ever happening.

* Age when I first sold a poem: I don't write poetry unless it's for a grade.

* Age when I next wrote a saleable novel: TBA

* Age when that novel was published: TBA

* Age when the second saleable novel finally sold: TBA

* Age when a work was first shortlisted for a Hugo, Nebula, World Fantasy or Stoker award: ha ha ha ha ha ha

* Age when the second saleable novel came out: TBA

* Age when the third saleable novel came out: TBA

* Age when the fourth saleable novel came out: TBA

* Age when I first won a Hugo award: again...uncontrollable laughter

* Age when I finally shut down the day-job and became a full-time novelist: Hasn't happened yet. I'm hoping writing can become full-time after I retire from the evil day job.

* Age when the money coming in matched/exceeded my previous employment: TBA or never...we'll have to wait and see.

* Age when I returned to the day-job because of economic implosion: Let's hope if I get lucky enough to do this writing full time, this never happens.

* Age now: 35

* Number of books sold: A big fat zero.

* Number of titles in print: This is a depressing meme.

* Number of titles fallen out of print: Bahahaha


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