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[mrockwell]

Writing

*SALE! (reprint), Wondrous Web Worlds 6, 8/11 (RT: N/A)

I got an email from J Erwine over at The Fifth Di... saying that they want to reprint my poem "Mother Earth" in Wondrous Web Worlds 6. Gotta love those sales you're not even trying to make, heh.

I'm finally done with my first revision pass (and also with babysitting contractors -- coincidence?), and I cut 200+ words. So far, so good.

Everything Else

So, almost a month ago, EB broke his finger playing basketball in P.E. class. I got a call from the school nurse again yesterday afternoon, right before I was leaving to pick him up. I cringed when the first words out of her mouth were, "Your son was playing basketball in gym class today, when...." Sprained elbow and a head injury (luckily, not a concussion, but still requiring 24 hours of observation). Cursed? I think so.

Interesting thing #18: I didn't learn to drive until I was 21. Growing up, my family only had one car, which my step-dad needed to get to work. If I wanted to go somewhere, I walked, rode my bike, or rode the bus. Even if we could have afforded a second car, I didn't really see the point in it when I could get around fine without one. I always thought kids whose parents bought them cars were horribly spoiled. I still do.

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I bought my own first car. I lived in a place where I really couldn't get anywhere without one, not that there was anyplace really to get. But it sure helped me drive the hell out of Podunkville the day after graduation...