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Aug. 24th, 2006 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrockwellWriting
*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.
*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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Date: 2006-08-25 08:51 pm (UTC)I'd agree about parents buying their kids cars, especially when I see what some of those kids are driving in college. (We're actually seeing Hummers this year now that the kids are moving back to campus. Don't know if they'll stay around, but even driving 'em to town to help your kid move is a bit [supply your own adjective].) But I grew up in a rural area, and my folks were nothing but relieved when I got my driver's license and could help out with running errands and running my younger brothers places. They owned the car and allowed me to use it as long as I took care of related expenses (gas and tune-ups) - and, of course, getting to drive was a privilege that could be taken away, no matter how much help having a third driver around was. That seemed fair to me then, and it seems fair to me now. -Lara