So later today I will print out my flash fiction and place it in an envelope and send it off to Alfred Hitchcocks Mystery Magazine. It has been many a year since I physically mailed a submission. It is a pleasing prospect. Equally pleasurable is awaiting the mailman each day in the hopes of a response and a modest check. It is a long shot of course, but without submitting you dont have the experience of hope. Then I shall be sorting through and laundering dress shirts ultimately ending up spending a couple of hours with the steam iron and board. I shall search through my CD selection to find the perfect sound track for this task, and, no doubt, my movements will become choreographed to the rhythm of the pieces I play. Perhaps a little Wagner? Wagner will ensure my creases are crisp and perfectly in line. I am also going to make a pizza dough from scratch. I love when that little ball of dough rises and becomes large and light. Yeast is an amazing thing. For that Ithink i will take my music listening in a different direction. Maybe some Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, or Rosemary Clooney. I raise my replenished coffee mug to good friends and simple pleasures.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 18:14:25 +0000
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