We heard this song from the banks of the river where the green glass siren slept

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I am so tired, I spent all night dreaming about being unable to sleep.

I got out of bed and found my poems "Blueshift" (for time_shark) and "Natural Phenomena" (about sirens and their listeners) have been accepted by, respectively, Goblin Fruit and Not One of Us. I am meeting rushthatspeaks at Kickass Cupcakes in a couple of hours.

I'm okay with being awake.

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...and by two others that Jean Craighead George just died, and so like everyone else who ever dreamed of living in the wilderness between the ages of eight and whenever, I am rather sad.

Damn. This is the first I've heard. Her memory for a blessing.

I'm rather sad as well.*

ETA: I feel annoyed with myself for missing her obituary in the NYT, but I suppose maybe I hadn't got round to the obituaries yet.

My mother hadn't heard, either. She says that she met JCG at a children's literature conference at OSU, back in the nineties when she was a school librarian. It was probably when I was already away at college, but I'm surprised that I'd not remembered her telling me about it back then.

*I started to write "I, too, am rather sad", but remembered the unfelicitous association just in time.