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

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Submission

Sent Running of the Deer off to Jim Baen's Universe. Don't know why (okay, well, yeah I do know why I guess) it took me so long to get this one out again. I probably should have used the Slush Bar, but I just did a regular submission. Why? I guess I'm a masochist.

No, I know why. I really don't want to rewrite this (too much). If the story was fresh in my head, maybe. I did workshop it, so I think it's in somewhat good shape.

There's those gremlins again.

It's in friggin' fab shape. Damnit.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yay, submish! *makes appropriate cheerleaderly gestures*

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Mer. I appreciate that.

I would go home thinking, "Need to look up on Duotrope" and then get distracted (and more depressed) and not send it out.

So it's out now (damnit).