My head, that is. And the highly-pressurized bony spaces within it. And my eyes, which are reddened and thrusting forth from their sockets, eager to be free and plop about the carpet. They don't know about the ferret, though, so the joke's on them.
Anyway. Mucous. Hydraulics. Fuzziness in the thinking and slowness in the fingers. Words are stuck until the mentality regains its equilibrium.
Also: Burma!
I panicked.
Anyway. Mucous. Hydraulics. Fuzziness in the thinking and slowness in the fingers. Words are stuck until the mentality regains its equilibrium.
Also: Burma!
I panicked.
Expect you're some place or other being wooed just now, but when you return, thought authonomy.com might interest you. In any case, have a heck of a good tomorrow.
Heh, you're too kind...I am currently wooless, which is just as well, as I am mostly unwooable these days.
I checked out Authonomy about a month after it went public last year...at the time, I was unimpressed with the critiques I read there, but it was just starting out, so perhaps things have improved. It seemed to me to be a fabulous way for HarperCollins to get people to wade through their slush pile without having to pay them.
To be honest, I'm often less than impressed with critique-oriented venues that have no barrier to entry, whether they're online or in meatspace. Feedback I've gotten in workshops that anyone who pays the fee can attend has often been...well, let's just say "of limited utility." That's not my snobbery showing, that's just how it is, I think. A conference like Breadloaf or Clarion has an admissions process and a review panel, which culls the herd a bit and raises standards. (Speaking of which, I really need to get my Breadloaf application out the digital door...I'm being such a soft-brained slacker.)
Then again, there might be a wuffie-style reputation-based mechanism in operation at Authonomy that I don't enough enough credit to, because I'm all asocial and misanthropic and so on. I'll have to check it out again and see what's what.
And my tomorrow (i.e., today) was...OK. But it might have been utter crap without your good wishes. One can never be sure about these things.