Papa Legba, come and ride your horse
8 o'clock, August 16, 2003
Normally I wouldn’t resort to this; but my grandfather used to say that if you tell your dreams before breakfast, they’ll come true. Last night I dreamed I got a check for a reprint (!) sale of a story I couldn’t quite remember writing, to a market I couldn’t quite remember having heard of.
That sounds like nice work if you can get it, so I’m drawing the vever and putting out the rum.
A few months ago I dreamed that I'd sold a story to Starlight 4. I was even holding my contributor's copy, which had a lovely grayscale cover.