Lulls
Submission volume dropped very slightly yesterday ("only" 9 subs, which would normally be high but in this case was the lowest-volume day all week), bringing us to a grand total for the week of 101 submissions. Hey, wasn't that a Dodie Smith novel, later turned into two popular Disney movies? About this woman who wants to make a coat out of soft warm newly-fledged manuscripts—okay, never mind.
Meanwhile, Arthur C. (not to be confused with Arthur E. or Arthur H.) provides a pointer to info about the lulls in conversation at twenty after the hour thing. I've been hearing about it since high school, in various forms ("Everyone stopped talking; it must be 20 after"; "There's a pause in group conversations every 20 minutes"; "There's a pause in group conversations every 7 minutes"; "When everyone stops talking at once, it must be because they're thinking about Abraham Lincoln"), but don't recall seeing this coherent an explanation before: turns out there's a folk belief that Lincoln died at 8:20, and ever since then people have suddenly fallen silent at 20 minutes after the hour.
In unrelated news, Neil Gaiman linked to my zeugma column this morning. Somehow it didn't occur to me that I ought to go in and clean the page up and provide some nice links to my journal and SH and so on before I sent him that link. Ah, well. I could do it now, but too much else to do at the moment.
