Saturday, February 03, 2007

Fissure

Current reading: Wise Blood, Flannery O'Connor.

Do you ever get the feeling that your submission has slipped between the crevice of a desk and a wall? Or that your postman is only delivering some of the mail? I do.

In 18 months: T will be a senior in high school, J will start kindergarten, and E will start nursery school. I have no idea how this happened.

The Real Housewives of Orange County make being rich look really BORING.

4 comments:

greg rappleye said...

Suzanne:

Here's a drinking game guaranteed to maintain your AA friends' sobriety:

First one to see a book in the houses on RHOC must chug a beer.

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

Wise Blood is, in a word, magnificent.

Three in school... Your hands are full. But, it's great.

Anne said...

Do you ever get the feeling that your submission has slipped between the crevice of a desk and a wall?

I once inquired about some poems I'd submitted months and months and months prior, & the response was that they were very sorry but the poems appeared to have fallen into a black hole on some editor's desk.

The funny thing is that they found them a few months later, after they'd already rejected a second batch, after I'd submitted the first batch elsewhere, and -- get this -- they wanted to publish one from that first black-hole batch.

I think submission-land is full of black holes and time warps and crevices that lead to alternate dimensions, that's what I think.

Valerie Loveland said...

I lived in an apartment building once where someone was arrested for stealing mail. It was like all my insecurities about sending out submissions were confirmed!