Wow. I'm trying to condense 27 years of working in jobs as varied as aerobics instructor and university Creative Writing lecturer into a few pages of resume for job applications.  I think I'm going to need a high protein lunch for this task.

If so, can you tell me how many pages they take up?  It'd be such a great help.  A partial page counts as a page.  Below I list anthologies, journals, magazines, etc. to which I contributed.  Note that I only need to know how many pages contain text I actually wrote.  So even if it's an anthology I edited, only the pages with stories or commentary of mine count.

UPDATED TO ADD: I love you people!  Thank you so very much!

...(who, furthermore, has 90% of her belongings -- including her books -- in storage until she can once more afford something larger than a shared room) tell her she has to do the following in order to be paid when people photocopy her published work:

"Please enter the number of books published in the past 20 years for which you control a share of copyright and enter the aggregate number of pages for all of those books published in any given year. Include books that contain your short stories, chapters, poems and articles but only count the number of pages containing these works. If you do not know the number of pages for some of your books, enter the number of books (for which you do not know the number of pages) by year under the Unknown Pages column."

...by May 31.  Yes, it's doable.  Yes, I'm doing it.  But oh, Access Copyright, you're giving me such a headache today!

Now to dig out my C.V., where I'll have the list of most everything I've ever published.  I may ask for help from readers for this one, because I won't be able to find all the page counts for all my stories.

I'm doing online mentoring via Humber College this fall & winter. Click the link for more information.  You don't need to be Canadian, though I think fees may be higher for non-Canadians.

6:13 a.m.  Warm kitchen.  (Rest of the apartment is freezing.  Welcome to late spring in Toronto.)  Report-in-progress open in front of me (freelance arts consultation work), mug of hot spice tea with almond milk beside it.  Breakfast in a few minutes. Go.

Got great feedback from D. this morning on my Bordertown novelette "Ours is the Prettiest" (tks, sweet!).  So I rewrote the previously rewritten rewrite and mailed it to the editors. I'll spend the rest of today on non-fiction freelance writing.  That could feel like a bit of a come-down from creating magical worlds, but it's arts consulting; when I think about it, I find that almost equally absorbing.  Certainly equally interesting.  And different.  Different is good.

"Ours is the Prettiest" rewrite completed and emailed to editors...on time!

Didn't recognise these at first when I stumbled across them in the West Indian grocery this afternoon.  I got a little closer to see what they were, and the perfume of the fruit created a sense-memory flash that collided with the image of the fruit, and OMG plum!  The fruit you see here is my association with the word plum, and I was probably about 13 the last time I saw or tasted one, picked fresh from the plum tree in Aunt Elaine and Uncle Lester's yard in their house in Trinidad.

Plums are small, about an inch long.  There isn't much flesh to them.  They're mostly skin and seed (the seed being that woody oblong thing, pale yellow, you see in one corner of the pic).  But the skin's edible, and what flesh there is is juicy and milky and sweet and tart with an ever-so-slightly acrid backbite reminiscent of cashew fruit juice, though much milder.

Nice lady in the grocery gave me two bags of them for the price of one, because it was end of day and about half the plums in each bag were mostly squish.  I'm counting every precious penny nowadays, but I spared a few bucks to take some of these home.  Got some juice on my hand as I picked the bags up, and startled and amused the people in the store by licking the juice right off my hand.  Caribbean people are generally in the habit of washing raw produce thoroughly before putting it in our mouths, lest we sicken from any nasties that might have taken the opportunity to multiply in the food.  Very smart thing to do, and I often got in trouble as a child for being too impatient to wait until something tasty had been washed.  But OMG plum!  By way of explanation I said to the woman behind the counter, "You know how long I ain't taste these?"

Today I'm doing a final rewrite of my short story "Ours is the Prettiest," for the new Bordertown anthology.  As I rewrite, I'm referring to the comments that editors Ellen Kushner and Holly Black made on my previous draft.  Also to the Borderland fansite the Yellow Brick Road.  Bless those guys for essentially creating a bible to the layout of Bordertown.  I'm also referring to the handful of Borderland books I have in my possession, so that I can get earlier characters and situations right.  Or, when I'm so moved, mess with them.  Fun revisiting that world!