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:
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.
Wise Blood is, in a word, magnificent.
Three in school... Your hands are full. But, it's great.
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.
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!
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