Pine Desk Seeks Raven
Boy, it's been quiet. As far as writing goes, anyway. No responses from anyone, not even the elusive anthology. Perhaps later today, but I'm not optimistic.
One thing of potential interest to you writerly types is that we're now the proud possessors of a new writing desk, thanks to my parents' decision to redo their living room. The desk (seen here in a temporary location) came from an auction of surplus furniture from a train depot in Kentucky, back in the 60's. It's very cool. Sadly, the only writing likely to be done at it is billpaying, since I don't have a laptop and I bet the iMac would slide right off. But at least I'm halfway to answering Lewis Carroll's question. Just as soon as I, um, get a raven.
Later: Hey, some news. A 27 day form reject from Absolute Magnitude, with an additional note stating that as of May 10th they will be closed to submissions due to being overstocked. So, make a note of that.
Last night I had a dream that I sold a story to F&SF. It was one of those dreams that when you wake up, you think, "Did that really happen? Or did I dream it?" I've got a story out to F&SF, so it's possible. But upon remembering that the acceptance letter ended with "Kick ass, man! MUWAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!", I figured it probably was a dream. Probably.