Auspicious Cranes by Huizong of Song (1082-1135)
But, if truth be known, I am neither mild-mannered nor reasonable. I am a green-skinned harpy witch woman. THIS is how I would like my submissions to go out into the world - like terrifying flying monkeys who grab the editor or publisher away from whatever else they might be doing and whisk them, shrieking, to the castle of Reading My Stuff NOW from which there is no escape. (Until, you know, they've read it. And, well, really, really liked it. And don't suddenly become possessed by any desire to get silly with buckets.)
Fly, my pretties, fly!*
I could be getting other things done as I (patiently) wait. But, alas, I am Grace of the poem, that one my mother recited at me in moments of impatience/inadequate ablution:
Patience is a virtue
Virtue is a grace
Grace was a little girl
Who would not wash her face
Sigh.
** It is always reassuring to know we are not alone. For evidence of this, see:
Savita Khan's Angst
Jess Vallance's Things I used to think about publishing
Liz Kessler's Waiting Game
Joan Lennon's website.
Joan Lennon's blog.
Silver Skin website.
* Yes, I know, the Wicked Witch never actually said this. But it's such a great line, and she's such a great witch, that if the world were organised as it should be, she would have.
Savita Khan's Angst
Jess Vallance's Things I used to think about publishing
Liz Kessler's Waiting Game
Joan Lennon's website.
Joan Lennon's blog.
Silver Skin website.