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Saturday I saw a rainbow. Actually I saw two, the whole bow of both, one fainter and outside the other, like nested parentheses. I never realized before how much darker it is outside the rainbow than it is inside. It almost looked like the rainbow was a pressurized dome over the city of Newark.
I never saw lightning cross a rainbow before, either. I was on a train at the time, out in the Meadowlands, and we passed so close to one end of the rainbow that I think we might actually have gone through it. I can’t be sure because the near end disappeared just when I'd have expected to be stripey. But the conductor announced “anyone who wants to be dropped off at the rainbow, just let us know,” so I’m guessing he thought so too.
And then there was a lovely birthday party, at which I committed crimes against dancekind, met a lot of new nerds, and everybody liked my green sparkly shirt. And I accepted the post of press secretary/spymaster for an Evil Island, despite my repeated warnings that I suck at evil. They have been warned.
Sunday I bought some extremely expensive frumpy shoes. Apparently when your foot gains 1/2 an inch in width, your shoes cost three times as much. Sigh. They are very suitable, and will do well for my cousin’s wedding, and probably serve as my Standard Dressy Shoe for the next ten years, each time causing me to feel like I have dwindled into a stage spinster and should take up tatting, just as soon as I find out what it is. At least until I convince myself, again, that really they’re retro.
I signed the contract for my first short story sale! This turns out to be a lot less of a Dramatic Divide than I imagined – one day you’re Unpublished, and the next you’re Published Small Fry, cue flourish of trumpets, or at least![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebratqueen with a kazoo. Instead there’s the yes in principle, the contract, the revisions, and then, in some distant day (next year), the publication. Assuming the anthology doesn’t fall through. I’m reluctant to jinx it, or to waste your patience before I have a title and order information to pimp, but dude, first fiction contract. Today, there is boogie.
I never saw lightning cross a rainbow before, either. I was on a train at the time, out in the Meadowlands, and we passed so close to one end of the rainbow that I think we might actually have gone through it. I can’t be sure because the near end disappeared just when I'd have expected to be stripey. But the conductor announced “anyone who wants to be dropped off at the rainbow, just let us know,” so I’m guessing he thought so too.
And then there was a lovely birthday party, at which I committed crimes against dancekind, met a lot of new nerds, and everybody liked my green sparkly shirt. And I accepted the post of press secretary/spymaster for an Evil Island, despite my repeated warnings that I suck at evil. They have been warned.
Sunday I bought some extremely expensive frumpy shoes. Apparently when your foot gains 1/2 an inch in width, your shoes cost three times as much. Sigh. They are very suitable, and will do well for my cousin’s wedding, and probably serve as my Standard Dressy Shoe for the next ten years, each time causing me to feel like I have dwindled into a stage spinster and should take up tatting, just as soon as I find out what it is. At least until I convince myself, again, that really they’re retro.
I signed the contract for my first short story sale! This turns out to be a lot less of a Dramatic Divide than I imagined – one day you’re Unpublished, and the next you’re Published Small Fry, cue flourish of trumpets, or at least
thebratqueen with a kazoo. Instead there’s the yes in principle, the contract, the revisions, and then, in some distant day (next year), the publication. Assuming the anthology doesn’t fall through. I’m reluctant to jinx it, or to waste your patience before I have a title and order information to pimp, but dude, first fiction contract. Today, there is boogie.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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