A sale!
I was getting as thirsty as the ancient mariner for some writing success. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,We could nor laugh nor wail ;Through utter drought all dumb we stood !I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,And cried, A sale! a sale! I sold my story “Screamcatcher” to “Untied Shoelaces of the Mind”, and I’ll be in the debut issue some time next month. So that’s me…