Again, thanks to everyone posting the kind words or emailing or sending all those roses. They smell lovely. Ok, there weren't any roses. But I'm thinking now there should have been. Truly obscene quantities of roses. I want to look like Secretariat.
Ok, not really on the roses or the Secretariat thing. But untold thanks all the same.
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It's kind of strange: I hadn't expected the posting, either here or on Prairie Schooner's website, to re-ignite that giddy feeling I first got when I got the phone call two weeks ago today. But now that it's out there, it's kind of great. Those feelings had subsided a bit: I'd celebrated with family and many of you already knew. If I emailed you or you emailed to ak, I'd tell you. So another volley of thanks to people like Aimee, C. Dale, Eduardo, for being good stewards of the particulars while it was still secret.
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Tomorrow: Lady in the Water. Terrified. I don't want to see a bad M. Night Shymalan film. The Sixth Sense and Unbreakable were terrific, and Signs was good despite massive plot holes. The Village, however, was one of the most misguided efforts I've ever seen. Lady looks like it continues that sad arc.
You know you've been burned when My Super Ex-Girlfriend looks more attractive.
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