A couple of days ago, I was rummaging through my external drive looking for some docs that I had cut from 2H4D quite some time back. Along with what I was actually looking for, I found some poetry that I had carelessly archived 'job lot' in a folder called Untitled 6. (Don't ask - if you know me, you know why it's called that!)

Most of them aren't too shabby at all - there are a few that will remain in that folder forever, but there's a good haul that I figured I should do something with. I was going to post them here, but poetry is a bit subjective and that's not really the purpose of Zodiac Lung.

A little homework later and I found a site called Webook. It seems to be a pretty good site for all kinds of writing, but for me, I thought I would load every scrap of poetry deemed fit for public consumption and see what happens. It's as good a place as any for it - especially when the alternative is to leave it on the hard drive.

If that sounds like your bag of cats, the link to Bite Size People is here - you can navigate your own ass around the rest of the site from there. A couple of passers-by have already left some comments. Nice things too - which is cool... let's see what happens by the time I've emptied the hard drive. If it's looking swell, I might just do something else with it all.

Today also saw a response from an agent. I'm not going to prey on the negative of the rejection itself - I'm honestly seeing it as more of a positive for a few reasons. 1. It was a response 2. The submission had obviously been read and 3. It was a really nice reply. For the record, the submission was a first draft of issue one of Too Hot. I'm not too surprised but I think my submission letters are getting better and that can only be a good thing. Just hope I don't run out of agents before I've perfected it!

Also today, I took the Saab in to have get its brakes fixed up. Damn wheels were grinding more than Blackie Lawless' codpiece. The garage was this really old place called Rose's where the guys who do the work don't wear overalls, they wear short blue work coats. I picked it up when he said I could, he charged me what he said he would, he walked me to the car and shook my hand too. Holy crap - in 20 plus years of driving, I don't think I've ever had something called 'customer service' from a garage! That's the way to keep business coming back. They even did some bits I never asked them to. They'd also covered the seat in a thick cover branded with Castrol GTX - normally, you just get those disposable see through jobs, which kind of suggests the staff are looked after too. I know it doesn't sound much, but I tell you... it makes the world of difference to me.

Those production values keep on filtering out...