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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Lucky I Chanced Across This

Justine Larbalestier is telling tales out of school again. She's opened the bag and the kitties have done run out. Yes, Virginia, sometimes it does come down to luck.

Luck, however, can be divided into 95% hard work and 5% happenstance. The key to being in the right place at the right time is hanging out in the right place at least most of the time. And if you read her entry, she still extols the virtues of write and submit, then write some more, submit again, resubmit the first one, write some more, submit and resubmit the first two...

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