Jun 14, 2014 04:20
I sent off a query for The Ephemeralizing Device, a bunch of stories and a haiku I wrote on the train, in the hopes that the Friday the 13th/Full Moon/Pride conjuration will work in my favor. I try not to be superstitious but in this business it's impossible. I accidentally hit send on the query before I meant to, but I checked and it was all complete sentences at least. Might be better than what I would have wrote had I had time to second guess it. Pithy. Now I just need to figure out who publishes poetry that is simultaneously religious and erotic.
writing,
the ephemeralizing device