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I think I'll go eat worms - Diary of a Necromancer
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I think I'll go eat worms
As if Thursday's mail-call wasn't depressing enough, Monday saw the unexpected arrival of the "not right for us at this time" from the long-ago submission to Publisher B that had from all evidence been presumed lost altogether. (It's nice to know what became of it, but the timing is sadistic to say the least.) I'm beginning to suspect that the Manuscript's problem is a matter of being pistachio ice-cream in a corporate landscape that assumes that the popularity of chocolate and vanilla means that energy is most profitably spent fighting over new variations on chocolate and vanilla instead of trying to establish market share for strawberry or, god forbid, rum raisin. (And then the entertainment industry sits around scratching its collective heads wondering why no one's clamoring to plunk down $10 to see big-screen versions of Bewitched or the Dukes of Hazzard or remakes of the Clonus Horror...) I suppose it's time to consider whether a small-press venue might be a better fit for a Manuscript that doesn't lend itself to easy mental pictures of big explosions and gore; must ponder this, and must also remember to pick up Locus next time I'm out which I keep forgetting to do dammit...



And in a completely unrelated item that talk of forgetting ironically brings to mind, I had meant to mention that one highlight of a recent excursion was an eerie encounter with local wildlife: the Thursday of the bombings in London, when I walked far far away to a yarn sale, I happened to decide that it would be an opportune moment to finally have a look at a fascinating old cemetery along my planned route, and detoured accordingly to cut through it; and what should I see, in this deserted and sunbaked wasteland of mausoleums and dead grass, but a flash of motion that turned out upon a closer look to be not one but two lanky canids that could not have been anything other than coyotes. Given that I had seen a white-tailed deer in this same cemetery one evening a few years back, I'm not entirely surprised that an entire food-chain seems to be developing, but it's still a little alarming to see an animal quite that wild technically within the city limits of a place as big as this.... not to mention it's unnerving to realize that one is alone with a pair of coyotes in a deserted graveyard, even at noon. But they were still wild enough to be wary of twoleggeds, and kept a respectful distance as they headed off to terrorize the trashcans behind the row of fancy new townhouses on the other side of the wall, so I decided not to tattle on them to the mower-jockey I eventually stumbled across at the other end of the cemetery... He'll find out soon enough, I suppose. Meanwhile one would advise caution when barreling around that lakeside curve at the end of the city, because a coyote would leave one hell of a dent in a car.

Or a jogger...

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unhipster From: unhipster Date: August 2nd, 2005 03:03 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
the Thursday of the bombings in London, when I walked far far away to a yarn sale, I happened to decide that it would be an opportune moment to finally have a look at a fascinating old cemetery along my planned route, and detoured accordingly to cut through it; and what should I see, in this deserted and sunbaked wasteland of mausoleums and dead grass, but a flash of motion that turned out upon a closer look to be not one but two lanky canids that could not have been anything other than coyotes.
Neat! :)
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