Last night, I finished up the second of the 24 arrangements and compositions I'm aiming to complete this year. (That is, 24 combined, not 24 of each; I don't have that much time.) I already knew that I was going to send this arrangement of "My Faith Looks Up to Thee" to a major publisher that'd already printed a couple of my pieces, and so I e-mailed it out to my contact there at about 10:00 last night. This morning, when I checked my e-mail for the first time around 9:30, I saw the following message:
"This is a good piece, Matthew. I want to publish it...now and hope that it gets placed into the reading sessions at the AGEHR National Seminar and then put in the next catalog which will come out in the summer '07. If that's agreeable to you I'll send you a contract."
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
