Monday, October 12, 2009
So Long, Physical Therapy
This was my last day at therapy. Since July, I'd gotten to know the assistants: two of the girls enjoyed Vegas, the office gal was a former dancer, while the main therapist was a triathlete who competed regularly. He said my future lies in weight loss and reverse lunges. (Building up quads and glutes for future running.) Starting next week, I'll walk a mile 3x a week, going by feel. Perhaps in January, I'll venture running a mile or so.
Meanwhile, one of my short stories passed the first hurdle for a humor magazine. They're debating whether to include it in their upcoming December issue. That would be one down and nine to go on my sell-10-short stories-in-six-months plan. More info t/k when they say 'yes.'
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Big congratulations, John. May your fingers continue to be an inspired, smoking blur against the keyboard.
Which magazine picked up your story?
The editor said he's caucasing with his fellow editors over including it in this issue.
It's a humor mag called Space Squid out of Austin, in your home state.
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