Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Dashed

One story rejected yesterday, another story pitch ditched today. Ah, disappointment is a sorry consolation prize. Luckily, I've had my blueberry-banana, spirulina-spiked, power protein shake (or "smoothie" as the dreadlock bedecked juice baristas would call it), and so I'm ready to rise again after being dashed and smashed upon the writing loft's floor.

Oh Miss Dickinson, what's in my writing future? More disappointment?

The Products of my Farm are these
Sufficient for my Own
And here and there a Benefit
Unto a Neighbor's Bin.

With Us, 'tis Harvest all the Year
For when the Frosts begin
We just reverse the Zodiac
And fetch the Acres in -
(E. Dickinson, 1036)

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