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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.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Submission

Finally got my butt in gear. Prince Wanted is off to Weird Tales where Ann VanderMeer is a GoH at World Fantasy this year (and this weekend). A History of Lightning is off to Ideomancer. Good luck little stories. Make papa proud.

This weekend I should take a look at those other short stories and send out query letters.

2 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

Fly little stories! FLY!

No, not that way... Er... Oh dear. Didn't see that coming.

(grin)

Dr. Phil

Steve Buchheit said...

Just like flying paper airplanes. Sometimes you get great results and wonder about overall hang time. And then there are the other times when the nose right into the ground.