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

Monday, March 9, 2009

Rejection in the Afternoon

An editor over at Ideomancer sends word that unfortunately they won't be buying Prince Wanted. They liked the twist at the end, but say they don't publish humor often. Fair cop. It was a personalized rejection letter, so score! And, they also read it all the way through (okay, so it's only 600 words, but still).

So once again to the salt mines of duotrope, Ralans, and all the others to winnow out a market for the little flash story that could.

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