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

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Jinxed Redux

Good news and bad news. Just got an email for the Slush God passing on the pirate story. He felt it was too long for the market (which at 6500 words and Shimmer's top end at 5000 is understandable). He didn't think it was good enough to over come the length. Fair cop. And the rejection was personalized and explicit about the story, so I feel good about that. On the good news side, I now know where to send Running of the Deer.
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