Wednesday, June 16, 2004
TNHTPP*
One short (1100 words) story finished.
And I mean "finished" in the sense of a perfective verb in Russian: the story isn't just written -- it's written, printed, paper-clipped, sealed in an addressed and stamped 9x12 manila enveloped along with an extremely brief cover letter and #10 SASE, carried across the street to the nearest postbox, and dropped through the slot of said postbox where it will be picked up by 6PM and sent along its way.
Whatever happens next can't be any worse than grad school. (No, seriously!)
Wow.
I mean, Wow!
Thanks for the nudge, Ed.
*That Never Happened to Pablo Picasso
And I mean "finished" in the sense of a perfective verb in Russian: the story isn't just written -- it's written, printed, paper-clipped, sealed in an addressed and stamped 9x12 manila enveloped along with an extremely brief cover letter and #10 SASE, carried across the street to the nearest postbox, and dropped through the slot of said postbox where it will be picked up by 6PM and sent along its way.
Whatever happens next can't be any worse than grad school. (No, seriously!)
Wow.
I mean, Wow!
Thanks for the nudge, Ed.
*That Never Happened to Pablo Picasso
