Thus revealed, the creature buried its nose in the tire-tilled soil...
January 26, 2004
And they keep on coming.
Category: Miscellany

Got another rejection today. That makes three in five days. Sigh. Dawn talks a lot about certain confluences of events being messages from God -- I wonder if this is a sign that I should just stop caring about writing (which would entail that I stop caring about everything else). Give up, sell your soul, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em; become a zombie. This rejection didn't even have anything along the lines of "please try us again."

Just finished shovelling snow (see, Caren, we got some here -- should be coming your way soon). Good exercise; now I feel all sore. And I weighed myself yesterday -- down to 121 lbs. Yay.

Interesting dreams over the past few days, and I penned a page of a new short story yesterday. Still writing by hand; I tried sitting at the computer for one and it really didn't work for me -- the white screen was like a barrier for things that just seem to come out once I get into a handwriting groove. So we're back to pen and paper. This new story's going to be taken largely from a dream I once had, so I already know the direction of it. Should be short; technically it's already finished; should be actually finished whenever I decide to sit down and finish it. Also, I penned another short story the other day -- more like a writing exercise than a story, really. I'm not sure if I can sell it, but if not I'll definitely make a Scary-Crayon feature out of it, illustrated with crayon drawings. That would be pretty awesome, I think. Though it wouldn't pay anything.

Please visit Scary-Crayon and e-mail me comments and stuff! AND HAVE A NICE DAY. Seriously.

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