To live with closed windows, to turn the fruits of summer in my hands and cut them apart, while the wind whips my primroses outside, and I remain unblown.  I have been so used to breezes and sounds and light and warmth, sometimes too much warmth, that I am not ready, now, to shut the house.  I wear everything to keep a window cracked.  I venture ( Read more... )

Someone this year, a GOOD editor, someone I respect!, was puzzled by a usage like the following:

In her 1955 novel, The Long Tomorrow, Brackett writes...

To be able to refer to a novel published in 1955 as a 1955 novel has always struck me as simple, elegant, useful.  I do it a lot!  Is it not okay?  I thought it was common!

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Farmshare: picked up  & put away
Dog: vaccinated, examined, taken (online) shopping for probiotics
Day: Time to get to work

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You all got more snow than us, didn't you?


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But I added others!
So it's still 9 pages! 
!?@#$!

... their response is so kindly, I'm almost tempted to believe that it's a warm form rejection instead of just a form rejection.  Do they tell everyone that "While the piece had obvious merit..."  ?

I am such a dork that I built a catch-and-release fruitfly trap.

They weren't all successfully released, though.

And anyway, who gets fruitflies in late October / early November?  We'd had none all summer!

Caboo is barking in his sleep.  Maybe he's dreaming about the deer we chased through the sandy scrub on our morning run.

Rachel Alexandra's grandsire, El Prado, died yesterday in his pasture of an apparent heart attack.  He was 20, and in what I presume is a relatively recent photo, he looks a grand and happy fellow.


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