{"id":8995,"date":"2012-07-01T20:57:17","date_gmt":"2012-07-02T00:57:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8995"},"modified":"2012-07-01T20:57:17","modified_gmt":"2012-07-02T00:57:17","slug":"down-the-rabbit-hole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8995","title":{"rendered":"Down the rabbit hole"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I spent most of last night dog-sitting, while my parents were out, and working, as I had been all day, on the brand-new issue of Kaleidotrope<\/a>, which is out for summer. I hope you’ll take a look at it and let me know what you think. There are ten stories, three poems, a comic, and some silly horoscopes. (Although no more silly than quote-unquote real horoscopes, which I swear I read only for the inspiration needed to mock them.) I hope you’ll take a look and let me — and the authors, and others — what you think.<\/p>\n

Today, it was mostly just the crossword puzzle and writing. I provided the free-writing prompt this week, from something I actually saw during my commute home the other night. A woman at Penn Station, who I assume had just disembarked from the train on the opposite platform, just arriving in the city, was pushing a cart, on the top of which sat a white rabbit inside a cage. I probably could have written a dozen stories from that. Here’s what I did write:<\/p>\n

She didn’t want to keep the magician waiting, but already the train had been twenty minutes late, stuck for all that extra time just outside the tunnels leading into the city. She’d stared at her cell phone all that time and watched it buzz and blink with messages she did her best to ignore. Mortini had called six, no, seven times — and he’d probably called the agency at least once or twice, too. God, what would Frankie say when she finally got back to the office? She’d have to tell Mortini she’d been in the tunnels already, her phone out of service, and hope he didn’t catch her in the lie. Bad enough to be running late without also intentionally brushing the client off with voicemail. That, as Frankie would undoubtedly tell her, was not<\/i> good customer service.<\/p>\n

She’d only been with the agency a few weeks, but it was a good job, good benefits after she’d been there three months, and she didn’t want to lose it, not now. She couldn’t go back to her old life. Sure, the clients could be a little weird, eccentric and impatient, and Frankie’s perfectionism could sometimes come across as second-guessing; he was friendly enough with her, had been since her first interview, but she’d seen him hang other field agents out to dry over a job gone even just slightly wrong. Frankie was office manager, after all, and the customer was always right.<\/p>\n

Even if that customer was<\/i> a cranky old stage magician who had to have one<\/i> particular white rabbit for his act. Didn’t she at least deserve a little<\/i> credit for finding that rabbit in the first place? It hadn’t been easy. Catching the 6:05 train at all had been something like a minor miracle, and twenty minutes was nothing compared to how late she could have been.<\/p>\n

Time travel was dangerous stuff.<\/p>\n

She didn’t understand the science — Frankie and the agency didn’t pay her enough for that — but she knew she had a natural aptitude for it, could navigate where others would be instantly lost. The agency didn’t lose many field agents, but that was only because they chose their agents so wisely, because the interview process was so difficult, exacting. It had to be. Even a quick trip back to 1937 to kidnap a young boy’s pet rabbit — not really<\/i> kidnapping, she reminded herself, since technically Mortini WAS that boy, now ridiculously old, disgustingly wealthy — was a recipe for disaster in the wrong hands.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Not entirely sure what’s going on here — the goal is to write, not edit, but I think it could be the start of something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I spent most of last night dog-sitting, while my parents were out, and working, as I had been all day, on the brand-new issue of Kaleidotrope, which is out for summer. I hope you’ll take a look at it and let me know what you think. There are ten stories, three poems, a comic, and … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[4,28,12],"class_list":["post-8995","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-kaleidotrope","tag-personal","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8995"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8995"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8995\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8995"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8995"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8995"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}