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(This is not the comfort food/comfort reading post. That still may happen later.)
So, I'm not having a great day. I was notified that I'm not being considered for a editing contract position I'd been submitted for, my ability to write is apparently hiding from me, and the new issue of Rue Morgue magazine gave the Gothic Charm School book a short, kind of meh-ish review. (The condensed version is apparently the person who reviewed the book thinks that advocating politeness is a sure-fire way to make Goth dull and boring. I, obviously, don't agree, but still feel a bit tender about the review. I like Rue Morgue magazine, dammit, and had hoped they would feel the same way about me.)
So, to cheer myself up a bit, I wandered out into the backyard to pick some blackberries.
And found two 4-leaf clovers.
Dear Universe, let this be a sign. And not one that just means my backyard is full of mutant things.
So, I'm not having a great day. I was notified that I'm not being considered for a editing contract position I'd been submitted for, my ability to write is apparently hiding from me, and the new issue of Rue Morgue magazine gave the Gothic Charm School book a short, kind of meh-ish review. (The condensed version is apparently the person who reviewed the book thinks that advocating politeness is a sure-fire way to make Goth dull and boring. I, obviously, don't agree, but still feel a bit tender about the review. I like Rue Morgue magazine, dammit, and had hoped they would feel the same way about me.)
So, to cheer myself up a bit, I wandered out into the backyard to pick some blackberries.
And found two 4-leaf clovers.
Dear Universe, let this be a sign. And not one that just means my backyard is full of mutant things.
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