Week of October 15-21 (belated)

[mrissa]

Two rejections. I am getting the best rejections on "Why I Live in the Silver Mine." They're hilarious. Possibly editorial boilerplate flies entirely out the window when an editor gets a Eudora Welty/Snow White/Grateful Dead story. I don't know what it is. They just blurt out the funniest things. (And so far they seem to be of the "like it but can't buy it" variety of rejections, which is comforting: when you write a story like that, you have moments of thinking, "Maybe I'm the only one who thinks this is a good idea." Apparently not -- or at least apparently I'm not the only one who thinks it's a decent story, whether or not it was a good idea.)

The drive back was uneventful. This is really what one hopes for in drives across Iowa, generally. At one point I did have to tell Ista, "No, Ista, there's no Yoko Ono out there. Lie down." But that was just because we were listening to old BNL tunes.

Today I'm going to try to get all the things that require bending over, driving, lying flat, and exercise done. It's amazing how many things those cover. But luckily (???) for you-all, typing lj entries and e-mails is not strenuous enough to be prohibited. Tomorrow morning I go in early to get my head messed with. I will probably have stuff to say before then, but I will certainly have stuff to say after. Have a good Monday, inasmuch as one is available to you.