Poetry, what's that I say?
Words thrown out the door to play?
Letters tossed into a row
With hope like Topsy they'll grow
And sprout pictures for the mind
leave the writer far behind.
Not profound but fun. I seem to write short and really into rhyming all of a sudden. I think I must have heard some rhyming on Poem for Today when I listened to NPR.
Sent Privy off to be read by friends before I send it to the agent and then we'll see what the agent has to say. Always the danger that your baby will be ripped to shreds, or worse yet, ignored and sent home with no explanation. Now, I need to read through Agatha Ann and the Spider Wizard to see where it stands and get it sent off. I do need to see if the synopsis for Privy is in decent shape, but is a synopsis ever in decent shape? Is there such a thing with that beast?
Almost forgot, my short story, Mam, has been accepted by the online magazine, World of Myth for June. Once it comes out I'll let everyone know. First horror kind of thing published. Fun Stuff