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

Monday, March 19, 2012

What's the worst that could happen?

Back in the saddle and road testing the new synopsis. It's off to the next set of agents. The next three are all snail mail submissions, so I'll need to get printing for the next set.

I got stuck in the old fashioned way, waiting for a response. That was my fault. So now we'll see if I can keep to the schedule of submitting regularly.

Good luck little submissions. Wing your way on to success.

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