Received my umpteenth "good" rejection yesterday from a journal I would pierce my, um, lip to be in. Though they won't be publishing my story, they enjoyed it and would like to see more of my work. To which I toss my hair and say 'harumph and a curse on your house.' There. Told them.
And so my quest for publication in 2004 continues...
In other exciting (oh, shut up) news, my intrepid father has posted flyers for the Daly City reading at...hold onto your raspberry berets...Ong Pin, Ling Nam, Sinug Whatever, and Ranch 99. He kills me.
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