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primeidealSo for Christmas I got a cute little lunchbox with vintage baseball stickers on it, because of course. Then a week ago I misplaced my e-reader, even though I knew I had it on the train, it couldn't have gone far. I had brought the lunchbox because I wanted to store the e-reader and a new physical magazine subscription my cousin-once-removed got for me (my go-to Christmas wish list for the last couple years has been just "IDK, support some SFF short fiction markets, maybe get me a paywalled one) and some bananas for lunch for a long day of bell-ringing all in one place. You can tell where this is going.
Yes, after diligently calling the lost-and-found, uploading my "lost item" request (the e-reader is covered in a bunch of stickers I got from a Brandon Sanderson kickstarter, you'll definitely know it if you run across it!), etc. I finally checked the lunchbox again even though I had already checked it because it could not have gone far. The e-reader was standing on its side. Just pressed against the wall. Being stealthy.
So yeah, I am 100% my mother's child in some absentminded ways.
Now that that's back on track I'm continuing to have a normal and hinged amount of Antarctica feelings and/or working on speculative (?) poetry for some new calls. I get the sense that a lot of these editors like free verse a lot more than I do, so one of the poems at least will be more freeform than most of my stuff. But a lot of it winds up being blank verse/iambic pentameter because I'm just like that, apparently!
Yes, after diligently calling the lost-and-found, uploading my "lost item" request (the e-reader is covered in a bunch of stickers I got from a Brandon Sanderson kickstarter, you'll definitely know it if you run across it!), etc. I finally checked the lunchbox again even though I had already checked it because it could not have gone far. The e-reader was standing on its side. Just pressed against the wall. Being stealthy.
So yeah, I am 100% my mother's child in some absentminded ways.
Now that that's back on track I'm continuing to have a normal and hinged amount of Antarctica feelings and/or working on speculative (?) poetry for some new calls. I get the sense that a lot of these editors like free verse a lot more than I do, so one of the poems at least will be more freeform than most of my stuff. But a lot of it winds up being blank verse/iambic pentameter because I'm just like that, apparently!
