Everything you can think of is true

Drivers are so uptight lately.
Honking and gesturing.
I’ve been noticing this since Monday, when I started taking muscle relaxants for my back again.*
They’ve been harshing my mellow at work, too. My supervisor has been all, like, do this, do that. She’s been like, I’ve discovered if I sit here next to you and give you input, you do more work.
On the plus side, great Olympic torch run, guys.
Honestly, on so many levels.
Also: had a nice walk along the creek yesterday morning.
Sunrise reflected on glass-calm water.
Two black bunnies crossed my path.
Then, at lunch, found this video over here. It is the coolest thing I’ve seen lately, except maybe Gamma’s tie-dye shirt, the sunrise and the heron (which will appear later in this post): a scientist giving a great scientific lecture that is rigorously scientific and at the same time so deeply emotional that it had her, her studio audience and me in tears.
Then: on my way home last night, moving slow in traffic on the bridge, got to watch a grey heron fly (real slow, against the wind) across the lanes, right in front of my car, almost at eye level.

I read somewhere, What would you do if you knew you would succeed?

What. What would it be? My first thought: buy a lotto ticket.

I was thinking a few weeks ago, standing outside under a perfect blue sky, about how very happy I am. I was telling this to Beta. The surprisingly big response to my request for voices for the composition had really thrilled me, and I was having a lot of social contacts with a lot of nice people, and I was thinking about a nice guy who has had a dream come true, not only being a talented painter but also making a living at it, and other friends who have achieved things.
And I realized, well, my dream was to live in Europe and make a living as a writer and I’ve achieved the first part. And Beta pointed out that I might have a better chance at achieving the second part if I actually submitted stuff.
Everything you can think of is true. Dick Cheney shits hornet eggs. I publish something finally.
I’ve actually got a couple manuscripts here I want to send to agents and publishers. I have a subscription to writersmarket.com and have been looking thru their listings.
The problem is narrowing that down a bit. How does one go about that, I wonder. One can’t send a submission to every single one all at the same time.
And so on.

*I stopped on Tuesday again, cause you don’t want this to turn into a habit or something.

2 responses to “Everything you can think of is true

  1. k.

    “harshing my mellow”

    o, how happy it makes me to read this phrase!

    thank you and your pills.

  2. D

    Oh, HERON! Got it… what with the mention of casual drug abuse I thought you’d maybe slipped down a few levels very quickly.