Playing on the iPod: Soundtrack to "Winged Migration"
Meters swum today. Zilch. (As Cartman:) DAMMITT!!
...I just got a nibble from an editor! She requested the first three chapters of No Accounting for Reality, my saga of Norse gods, giant house cats, evil City Council members and the end of the world. I sent the package a few minutes ago. Wow. This was from the letter I sent last week so's I wouldn't have to kiss and tell with all nine of my past romantic whatevers. Which, yes, was my own idea, but it worked, didn't it?
Typing with crossed fingers...
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