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And back from the mail… “One Cool Million” has come back from Asimov’s, with a form letter. Sigh. Damn form letters anyway.

Tenterhooks, again. “Customer Service” has gone out again, this time to Clean Sheets.

Snippet: Wish Fulfillment Poof! All at once in a puff of steam or smoke there appeared a contraption much resembling a lotter ticket dispenser. “Free Tickets!!!” yowled a shiny decal stuck to the face of the thing. The machine stuck out the tongue of a ticket, so I took it. I whipped out my lucky

Blue Champagne. Whoah. I guess this explains why I can’t find a copy…I checked it out from the Iowa City Pulic Liberry three or four years ago. Haven’t been able to find a copy since.

Afternoon off. Lee gave me the afternoon off yesterday. I fed the bebe, pumped her a snack, and took off. Dropped off movies, picked up a roll of quarters…ate lunch, wrote, watched LOTR:TFOTR again. Cinemark has no scruples about playing a flick until the sountrack hiccups, the jerks. Otherwise a great day. Came home. Bebe

Where do you get your ideas? Stop! Read “Snippet: Love” first if you’re going to read this one. …which is the under-two-hundred-word flash fiction (snippet) that I submitted to the Banshee studios contest (see April 17th). The theme of the contest for flash fiction is “journeys.” I decided not to go for the obvious choices,

Snippet: Love. She doesn’t ride rides or eat cotton candy. Love alone brings her. Or else prudence. Come time to tote up the balance, she has self-sacrifice on her side. Shit. Where’s her daughter? Acts like she’s the kid’s evil stepmother, often as she runs off. And the guys. Why couldn’t they let her stay

Words back from Banshee. Apparently the editors figured out where I have my blog–not that I make a secret of it–and read the post I put up: “All rights (I read your blog – nosy, aren’t I?) remain with the author – we put a copyright statement at the end of each piece with the

Pointless reply. Oh well. A forewarning of sex and uncomfortable issues. I read a couple of useless tirades–located at a bastion of geekines—over Lee’s shoulder last night: here are the things, they claimed, that men just wish women would know. And I went through the same cycle I always go through: humor, anger, self-questioning, more

Shhh. Everybody’s asleep but me! Ray can hold her tummy off the floor now for brief moments. She recognizes it when I copy what she’s doing — she thinks it’s funny. She can sit up for a short time, longer if you tuck a blanket around her. She still doesn’t sleep through the night. She