Newell asked me to ride along today, so no cleaning…
But I still got my submissions done for the day. Including a poem to Asimov’s (Cross fingers HARD)
Then I came home and made jewelry. I think there is one spot left in my case that needs to be filled, and then I am DONE till the Con is over.
Very tired tonight, so not a lot more going to get done. But here is your poem:
There is no finer place to go
then deep within the pages of a book.
Sailing the seas with Long John Silver,
Learning to track with Hawkeye,
Climbing Mount Doom with Frodo and Sam.
comrades in arms,
The pages of a book
hold the secrets of the world.
All you have to do is
Today I cleaned ― nothing.
Today I weighed ― 183.2
Today I wrote/revised ― a flash story, a poem, worked a bit on the new short story