I've got a letter, I'm going downtown
Rabbit, rabbit. March was not what I expected. I'd say April had better be something different, but I am pretty sure that's the kind of wish one should never leave open-ended. This time last year feels a lot longer than twelve months ago.
I am now reading submissions for Strange Horizons for the months of both April and May. Send me poetry! The results are great!
(Still Hugo-nominated! Now with more staff properly recognized, because this magazine is a collective. It's pretty awesome.)
Eat a calzone for radio! I'm planning to.
I am not sleeping well, but at least I've slept.
I am now reading submissions for Strange Horizons for the months of both April and May. Send me poetry! The results are great!
(Still Hugo-nominated! Now with more staff properly recognized, because this magazine is a collective. It's pretty awesome.)
Eat a calzone for radio! I'm planning to.
I am not sleeping well, but at least I've slept.
no subject
Here's to an April with working windows.
no subject
So send it more work!
Here's to an April with working windows.
Amen!
no subject
Heh, one of your poetry colleagues--whoever was open before you--has something of mine.
And yes, once I'm back to writing stories, I must send them in!
no subject
Glad you've slept.
Happy calzone eating!
no subject
(It was great.)
no subject
no subject
Thank you!
*hugs*