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Also, completely insane.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duskpeterson is compiling an index of IPSTP offerings, with first lines where applicable. All that free stuff, organized for your pleasure and convenience!
That is flat out nuts. But you know? There are kinds of insanity that make the world a nicer place.
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Rejection! My poor dinos came back again. That's okay, by now they're used to it. They've gone out to their next audition. (I have a Rule. When a story comes back rejected, it may not spend the night languishing unemployed on my hard drive. It goes out again before I go to bed. If this is impossible, it goes out next morning. Stories only stay home longer than a day for very, very good reasons--like, say, I think it would be perfect for a particular themed issue or a market that has reading periods, and subs open sooner than a ms might be back from another market.)
Also, I am beginning to ponder the idea of having a tiny anniversary party when the day comes (not so very far off) that Black Gate has had my ms (Au) for a whole year. We would have calamari for supper, of course.
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This morning's I never thought of it that way moment:
"Mom, do you know a song called When the Saints Go Marching In?" Paidhi Boy asks me.
"Yes. I do."
"Sing it!" So I sing it. "Why does he want to be in that number?"
"Well," I tell him, "the singer means they want to be one of the saints marching into heaven."
Paidhi Boy ponders this for a moment. "Well, he could sneak up behind them and pretend he's one of the saints and walk in heaven."
Also, completely insane.
duskpeterson is compiling an index of IPSTP offerings, with first lines where applicable. All that free stuff, organized for your pleasure and convenience!That is flat out nuts. But you know? There are kinds of insanity that make the world a nicer place.
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Rejection! My poor dinos came back again. That's okay, by now they're used to it. They've gone out to their next audition. (I have a Rule. When a story comes back rejected, it may not spend the night languishing unemployed on my hard drive. It goes out again before I go to bed. If this is impossible, it goes out next morning. Stories only stay home longer than a day for very, very good reasons--like, say, I think it would be perfect for a particular themed issue or a market that has reading periods, and subs open sooner than a ms might be back from another market.)
Also, I am beginning to ponder the idea of having a tiny anniversary party when the day comes (not so very far off) that Black Gate has had my ms (Au) for a whole year. We would have calamari for supper, of course.
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This morning's I never thought of it that way moment:
"Mom, do you know a song called When the Saints Go Marching In?" Paidhi Boy asks me.
"Yes. I do."
"Sing it!" So I sing it. "Why does he want to be in that number?"
"Well," I tell him, "the singer means they want to be one of the saints marching into heaven."
Paidhi Boy ponders this for a moment. "Well, he could sneak up behind them and pretend he's one of the saints and walk in heaven."