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

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Happy New Year

Here's to a great New Year for all of us. Let's hope it's better than the last one. May all your submissions get contracts.

Also, the weather has cooperated by providing five inches (so far) of my winter exercise routine. We've had one other snow we had to shovel, which was very dry and powdery. This snow, however, was that nice and heavy lake effect snow. Mmm, five inches of wet snow.

5 comments:

ThatGreenyFlower said...

5 inches of wet snow! Yum! Makes me miss getting up at 05:30 to dig the car out of the driveway so I could get to work....

Happy New Year!!

Shawn Powers said...

I'd settle for finishing a fiction piece, whether it sells or not.

Well, OK, if I finish it, I guess I would like it to sell. So yeah, here's to hoping with you. :)

Steve Buchheit said...

Greeny, oh yeah. I need to go shovel again tonight before I get to sleep.

Shawn, well then I hope you get a story to completion, get the rewrites and edits done, and then off to a market to that pays for acceptance.

Camille Alexa said...

No snow here! Portland is the bestest ever.

Happy New Year, Steve! I miss you!

Steve Buchheit said...

Camille! I've missed you too. My favorite-ist littlebird blue has been awfully silent lately. I've had to read a whole bunch of other people to make up for that. :)