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Nighthawk of Sleet
Feb. 4th, 2019 09:36 pmMeh. Tempted to not post anything till I feel more successful. I sent a birthday card and a get-well card. I cleaned some things. I scraped the rest of the ice off my porch roof. It had melted enough that it wasn't a big deal. In retrospect, I probably should have waited until the Sparrowhawk was home from his errands, lest I fall overboard unnoticed. But I took care to stay well away from the edge.
I dreamed some agents came to visit me. A whole agency's worth, in fact. Not just my agent (strictly imaginary, as in real life I don't have one at the moment), but all the subsidiary and assistant agents as well. One of them praised my "generous" prose, and expressed her surprise that I hadn't sold better. For some reason, they wanted to walk around--I suppose because it was a long way from New York and they wanted to stretch their legs. The house was back in Pennsylvania, but up on a high bluff, and the back yard bordered on an industrial property where a company was sand-mining. I told the agents they'd better turn around, because it was dangerous over there. And, I added, "You can't get down that way anyhow, unless you want to go all the way to New Jersey."
Ugh. I wish the dream agents would just buzz off to New Jersey or wherever. Next time I won't let them in. They're good for nothing but to cause a disturbance in the Force. They set me brooding on shame and what a tremendous shadow it casts. All the way to New Jersey.
I dreamed some agents came to visit me. A whole agency's worth, in fact. Not just my agent (strictly imaginary, as in real life I don't have one at the moment), but all the subsidiary and assistant agents as well. One of them praised my "generous" prose, and expressed her surprise that I hadn't sold better. For some reason, they wanted to walk around--I suppose because it was a long way from New York and they wanted to stretch their legs. The house was back in Pennsylvania, but up on a high bluff, and the back yard bordered on an industrial property where a company was sand-mining. I told the agents they'd better turn around, because it was dangerous over there. And, I added, "You can't get down that way anyhow, unless you want to go all the way to New Jersey."
Ugh. I wish the dream agents would just buzz off to New Jersey or wherever. Next time I won't let them in. They're good for nothing but to cause a disturbance in the Force. They set me brooding on shame and what a tremendous shadow it casts. All the way to New Jersey.
