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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.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Linkee-poo contemplates going from the overbooked Inn to the Empty Tomb

Sorry, in a computer crash I lost a lot of links from yesterday. Fortunately, there were almost all political links.

Lucienne Diver on finding an agent. Since I just extended my search to include agents who only take (or prefer) snail mail submissions, of interest to me. Maybe to you to. The basics boil down to "Do your research" and "Wheaton's Law."

"Just as we must dance as if no one is watching, we must write as if no one is reading." On writers following their bliss and finding success (even if it's the 3rd phase of their career). Where ever you're at in your writing career, it's always good to know the lay of the land ahead.

The perennial question for writers, "do I write a novel right away, or spend some time building a track record as a short fiction writer?"

I'm not quite sure that's an elephant's face on Mars. It looks more like Cthulhu. Which, you know, being a semi-immortal demi-god from outerspace, it could be. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

"Although he remains deeply conservative, (Bob Lutz, developer of the Volt) told me that he has become disenchanted with the right’s willingness to spread lies to aid the cause." Yeah, that. (Grokked from the Slactivist)

And, for Easter, new theories about the Shroud of Turin. Much of which can be discounted by the historical fact that from even before the time of the Christ, the market for fake and mocked up relics was robust. Or, if all the splinters of the Holy Cross were brought together, the resulting reconstituted forest of trees would be staggering. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

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