86 How to get ahead in the 24th Century

87 Scene from a Lost Reel

88 Dawn Dreams

In the time before there was time, a lone figure stepped out of the mist and slapped me across the face. I was being chased by God. It was the apocalypse of my own procrastination and I did not know if I had the resources to face the tribulation. I had heard of Atheists who prayed, knowing they prayed to themselves, or to life. I thought I was possessed by the demon of sloth, I regressed to a mythic worldview. Then it happened. I continued to work. I awoke in sunlight with a newspaper. I could not escape the house. All I wanted was the girl outside. Then I realised I was there with her, the note I remembered having seen before taped to the window was there as well, now I could see the other side. It was advice for me. I noticed the newspaper had been torn in two. I began to tear it in half slowly. As I tore I was also torn, my ego split again and half of me escaped, the half with the knowledge of it.

89 Fantasy / Reality Explained

Fantasy can be realistic

Reality can be fantastic

Fantasy can be made with thought alone

Reality can be all one with no thought made

When we stop believing in fantasy, it disappears

When we stop believing in reality, we disappear

If you still won't understand this difference

Can I interest you in a castle made of sand?

79 Room with a shiny new faucet on the ceiling

Left out in the rain, dogs sometimes let their grins slip. If they catch you watching, the grin returns.

...True Story.

Chalk on a blackboard

Bench

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Meanwhile...

Logomania

Too late to dream of sleep

What happened when I started submitting stories to publications?

 I enjoyed writing stories here, they were freely available to anyone who cared to read them. I posted over 300 stories this way. Then I wrote something here I thought worthy of submission. Turns out it was. It was rejected because posting a story here counts as prior publication. Who'd 've thunk it.

I started a new site called 100 rejections to record my rejections from publishers. Not an original idea but it has been fun and the rejections have been getting encouraging. Why have I not updated that site?

The answer is summer happened. It was time to disperse so I could better coagulate in the Autumn.

Why do I intend to post here again? Because it seems true that in order to keep the flow of ideas coming, giving them away really does work.

While I will be submitting again (without the exuberence that I watched my youthful peers possess) I accept that to keep that tap running I have to leave the garden hose on as well.