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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.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Whispering it from the roof tops

Received something very nice in the mail today. Something that I'm not sure I can share yet. Not a sale, or an invite, but good news none-the-less. It certainly made me dance a little jig.

I'm pretty sure the person involved read this blog at least once before and left a comment about "readin' my blogroll and stealin' all my 's'es." You know who you are, you know what you said, thanks for the info. It made my week. It really did. Thanks.

Another step. Another milestone passed.

Soon the world will be mine! Oh, wait, that's the other plan.

2 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Hey, congrats! For, er, whatever it is.

It sure sounds nice.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks Todd. It is nice.. I just don't want to say what it is for fear of jinxing it, but I'm still vibrating from it.

Maybe I can get away with saying that it was a personal note on something. Not a rejection letter (I could share that, and have before). I'm in new territory on this one. Another milestone passed (it maybe a small one compared to other author's milestones and goals, but it's one I had never the less, I might have more detailed plans than others).