Six Hours of a Sunday Morning

I set the alarm for 6 am today. I was up at 5:13. So are the robins.

Last evening I did take out the bike. It went better than expected, but I remain less than confident about taking it out on a busy street. Also, I did walk it up a small hill. A humbling experience, this learning to ride, again.

There was an email from Wes and an answer sent. The same for Charlie G. 

I spent a little bit more time last night - until I got almost senseless and blurry-eyed - looking for more publishers.

"True Love Ways Gone Astray" went over to Small Print Magazine, after some fiddling with the opening.

The Guardian book reviews arrived, and I read:

The Diary of Virginia Woolf review – a book for the ages - prison brought me also to Virginia Woolf; nothing to be scared of here, in my opinion, and much to learn. Although, I should point out I.started with A Common Reader and of her novels got my hands only on To The Lighthouse. 

Be Mine by Richard Ford review – America, the fool’s paradise - a more positive review than any I have seen of Ford's latest. I liked the one noel of his I read, and have heard him on NPR's Fresh Air.

Bee Gees: Children of the World by Bob Stanley review – very high and mighty - I like the BeeGees, but I grew up on them. I did have the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, for all I prefer the stuff prior to that. There is one great song on the soundtrack.

What might have been my favorite when it came out:

6:56

I am going through the bookmarks trying to find places to put my stories, and  hit upon these writing resources, so I am sharing:

NY Book Editors

AGNI Blog

WRITING.COM

Write or Die

There is also this, Crooked Timbers, a blog; of which I found this post interesting, Counterfeit digital persons: On Dennett’s Intentional Stance, The Road to Serfdom.

I gave up on trying to get my pay stubs. I thought I understood what was to be done and I go around and around on the website. I sent my PO an email about the problem.

As for submitting my stories, I gave up on Bewildering Stories. Too complicated formatting for my tastes. I tinkered with "Best of Intentions" before sending it off to Drunk Monkey.

The rains came and now we have sun. Probably not enough rain, but better than a sharp stick in the eye.

10:40

Great news in the email from Of Rust and Glass, and "Exemplary Employee":

Good morning! If you would be willing to work on some edits with us, we enjoyed this story and would love to include it in the speculative anthology.

Thank you,

Curtis

 Of course, I am willing!

"True Love Ways Gone Astray" went off to The Writing Disorder.

I worked my way through To Be Modern: On Osamu Dazai’s “The Flowers of Buffoonery” from The Cleveland Review of Books.

I need a break.

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