There is no spoon.
This is not a 2009 wrap-up post.
This is not a list of things I achieved last year, such as my first short story publication in Full-Throttle Space Tales #3: Space Grunts, receiving an honorable mention from the Writers of the Future Contest, and becoming the most humble I've ever been in my life.
No.
This is furthermore also not a list of resolutions for 2010, such as writing a complete novel before I go to this year's World Fantasy Convention in Columbus, Ohio, as well as submitting a story for every quarter to Writers of the Future, and losing those 20 pounds that perturb and vex me the most of all pounds ever weighed.
It is not. Because I'm above posting that sort of thing, and I know that you, my friends, do not wish to sully your precious eyes with it. Instead, this is a bubble of unrealized potential, an event that never occurred but might have been, a thought that drifted through the sky and out of sight. This post is whatever you wanted it to have been. This post does not exist.
This is not a list of things I achieved last year, such as my first short story publication in Full-Throttle Space Tales #3: Space Grunts, receiving an honorable mention from the Writers of the Future Contest, and becoming the most humble I've ever been in my life.
No.
This is furthermore also not a list of resolutions for 2010, such as writing a complete novel before I go to this year's World Fantasy Convention in Columbus, Ohio, as well as submitting a story for every quarter to Writers of the Future, and losing those 20 pounds that perturb and vex me the most of all pounds ever weighed.
It is not. Because I'm above posting that sort of thing, and I know that you, my friends, do not wish to sully your precious eyes with it. Instead, this is a bubble of unrealized potential, an event that never occurred but might have been, a thought that drifted through the sky and out of sight. This post is whatever you wanted it to have been. This post does not exist.