Dr. Dume ~ The Doctor is In

I visited the dolls in the dungeon recently. It wasn't too bad. Most of my fingers are working again and my eyesight is almost back to normal. I won't bore you with the details here because it's all in the article I've sent to Alienskin.

I've been sending articles since November 2003 and not one has been rejected. None. Yet every time I hit 'send' I get that writer's version of stage fright. Is it okay? Did I catch every typo this time? Does it make sense? Is this The One that will come back with the big red 'No'?

I don't know yet.

I don't suppose the feeling ever goes away. I can't imagine ever confidently sending a story, article, or novel out and being certain it will be accepted. Does that happen to people like Stephen King? Does he still clutch his lucky goat's pancreas, as I do, in blind terror of having to do it again with ten minutes to spare?

I don't know that either, and probably never will.

I do know those dolls are up to something down there. Jugular the Clown is the ringleader and he's always been sneaky. I'm going to send Stumpy down to watch them tonight. He can pretend he's come to dust them and iron their clothes. It's time they were valeted.

Maybe it'll improve their mood. If they trust him, they might even tell him what's going on.