I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Rejection Fortune Cookie

Strange Horizons sends word they're passing on "Scrimshaw Man." The letter, while not specific, doesn't have the feel of a form letter, so we're going to put that into the awesome stack. On to find the next market for it.

In the mean time, when I first read the letter my immediate response was "Damn that curse of the Brown Cow." Yes, the fortune cookie is already plaguing me. I guess I'm going to need to research salt over the shoulders, turning widdershins, and spitting in the eye of fate, or whatever it is.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sorry on the SH pass, but that's some pretty stiff competition there.

Steve Buchheit said...

Yeah, I shoot for the moon, if I miss at least I'm among the stars.