I don't normally have very linear dreams, but the last two nights I have dreamed that I submitted a poem to a particular magazine for publication.

Mmmm-kay.

So tonight, just now, I did. It happened fast. They accept poems by e-mail. Why not? There's a first time for everything.

Yet I'm freaking a little, because usually when I do momentous things on e-mail, I take a deep breath and say a little prayer before I hit send. The prayer is simple: let no harm be done by this e-mail. It's small, but it's a little intention I set before I throw whatever it is out into the universe.

I guess I didn't say it this time because I'm fairly confident that there will be no harm done. I don't think my stuff is ready for prime time, so if they reject it, it's to be expected. If they don't, well isn't that nice.

I did it because the dream told me to... I guess there are dumber reasons for doing something. Smarter ones too.

And in a shameless attempt to tie this in to the previous entry... if I can survive CPE during my first trimester, I can send a couple of silly poems to a magazine.