The Gnawing of the Guts
Because it's been nearly two weeks, and I've yet to hear back from Weird Tales. They give a response time of two weeks on submitted fiction. This might mean they're being slow, or this might be they're giving "Error 404" a second read. I'm trying to not get my hopes up too much.
My mom is getting better, slowly. But it's a precarious process.
I start a new job tomorrow, and finished up my old job last night.
The waitress at Denny's whom I consider at least a good acquaintance was told that her fiance's unit in Iraq's contact tree was activated, meaning someone in the unit was killed in action, but they haven't released names yet. I wound up giving her a ride home from work.
Life is freaking weird, right now. It's like the whole world is just holding its breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Strange.
And I got a free $40 from the store's ATM last night. So, hey. I'm going to go catch a matinee of "Shutter".
My mom is getting better, slowly. But it's a precarious process.
I start a new job tomorrow, and finished up my old job last night.
The waitress at Denny's whom I consider at least a good acquaintance was told that her fiance's unit in Iraq's contact tree was activated, meaning someone in the unit was killed in action, but they haven't released names yet. I wound up giving her a ride home from work.
Life is freaking weird, right now. It's like the whole world is just holding its breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Strange.
And I got a free $40 from the store's ATM last night. So, hey. I'm going to go catch a matinee of "Shutter".