Two rejections and one acceptance

Heard from two more agents. One, I realized after some some research was not the right agent, and yes, she wrote and told me just that. 2nd one I sent a nice personal letter to, and he wrote a nice personal letter back saying he was too busy. That translates as "if your project excited me, I would not be too busy." A nice personal letter counts for something. I wrote another nice personal letter, and have 8 more people to hear from. 15 rejections to date. The Shadow Warriors garnished 50 before a little internet publisher accepted. The acceptance was a poem on the Burning Man web site. "I went to Nevada," a very personal poem written from the point of view of someone I really dislike, so this is interesting.

What else? Worked on the ending of World of Mirrors. By now it's been sent through the writing group twice, and I am rather fond of it, because it has emotional truth about the reuniting of the Germanies and craziness and all that good stuff. The writing group still likes the Wisconsin book best, but it needs more polishing.

And still: a scary story about a guy who went to work for Google and started a blog with some of his thoughts and a short time later was out on his ass. So don't expect me to blog my company. Corporate America is a disfunctional schizoid place nowadays, and I wouldn't write about it except in fiction. The Wisconsin book is a tell all about a very bad project, but I don't work for them anymore. I moved things around a lot, and the disguise is deep.

The Highland Cattle hang out in the snow and I take fruit and vegetable scraps to them. Biggest hits are lettuce and clementine peels. Go figure. Potatoes were shunned, and onions aren't real popular. I want to crawl through the fence and hug those calves, which would be about as stupid as blogging one's employer.

So now it's off to Montreal for a few days in a cold climate with lots of food, wine, shopping, art, music, lights and relaxation, not necessarily in that order. Report on Montreal when I return.