Taking this act somewhere else...
So, I started with tumblr because it’s really easy to use. It doesn’t take long to set up. Did I mention I was legally blind? I know, blind artist, what? Anyway. It’s like, cool here n’ all…. and I’ve found some seriously amazing artists and designers! But I was hoping for more of a poetry community. I’m not sure if tumblr’s mission is really to...
Still in my pajamas. Researched several journals for submission; haven’t come to any conclusions. Wrote a long-lined long-narrative poem about candied chickpeas. Drafty draft. Messed about with art. It’s sunny out but I haven’t looked out the window much. The wind, which I hear constantly doing its inhaling/exhaling/whining thing, makes it sound like gray, cold.
I was just writing the submission tracking details on my new hard copy of revised MS when I discovered revisions that had fallen through the cracks —meaning they were made after 12/22 and before the old laptop was stolen… and I thought I’d caught all of those! Mostly because I’ve been revising poems from The Sheaf (all the crap I’ve been writing since January) and not...
exhale and pull the trigger
So I just submitted to Ahsahta. This was the first time I’ve used an electronic submissions manager for a full-length MS. They want you to remove all personal info, acknowledgments, bio, everything from the MS so it remains anonymous. It’s kind of nice, really. I feel less pressure like: omg, what if my pubs are LESS AWESOME than someone else’s. It makes the work stand alone. ...
can't sleep; do work
So this morning I got up at 5:55 and starting working because my brain turned on even though my body was still tired. It was bothering me that I hadn’t placed the poems from the chapbook into the new manuscript yet. It had been on my list from yesterday. Instead I did a whole mess of house chores to avoid it. I say “new” manuscript but it feels like this thing is so old, like...
This morning although I woke up hella congested after not sleeping well, I was somehow more energetic and resolved than I’ve been the past week. Odd because Thursday is such my busy day. And I’m up for workshop, which is always taxing. So I’m like la la la, feed cats, make coffee, don’t care if I feel like shit (read: headache, sore throat, dizzy, off-balance, snotty, no...
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Tuesday's Journal Submission
… is to Prime Number. This is a nifty online mag wherein they feature several linked poems by 5-ish poets, followed by a Q&A —a brief interview with the poet. It would SO rock to get my work in here. Amidst this, they are finally installing the home security system. There is a lot of beeping and banging. The kitten is far too interested. The gentleman doing the installation is...
Peter Sellers as Dr. Strangelove covering the... →
You Must Watch This Right Now. Dammit.
today's journal submission →
… was to 32 Poems. “we publish shorter lyric poems that fit on a single page (under 32 lines)…” Good stuff. Fingers crossed.
Well, I lied.
Early last week I was all like, “Whee, I’m so under control even though someone just robbed our house! I’m back onto my project after eight days as if nothing happened…” Yeah… no. I was back on it for one day and then the rest of the week was spent wondering what the hell I was doing in this world. This is a typical response from me whenever anything bad...
nobody ever needs to write anything else ever →
… I think this song says it all. About the human condition. I think I can quit now.
a wee summary of my life since the new year...
… that I like to call “Good Day, Bad Day, Worse Day.” GOOD DAY: [internal monologue] I am comfortable with myself. My writing is worthy. I understand the timeline for the project I have undertaken. I am content waiting for my efforts to pan out. I feel successful. My trajectory as a human being is on track. I have overcome a lot. I feel part of a community of people who I...
Oh those pesky journal subs, mounting the gibbet,...
Well, I’m back at it. New laptop, reconstructed most of Lost January. I know I will encounter unrecoverable losses and then I will have meltdowns and stay in bed. But my January work is 90-95% recovered and shit, I am dumb with gratitude. I forgot to mention a journal or two right around the time we were robbed. I submitted to Blood Lotus —no wait, I told you about that one. I must...
We’re all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are...– Charles de Lint (via astrangersstory)
So last Tuesday our house got broken into. They rifled through our shit and took my laptop. January has been the most productive month for me since grad school (i.e. aWHILE ago). I’ve managed to reconstruct almost everything from printouts (I used to never print out my work; wastes trees etc) but still. It’s brought the whole 5-subs-a-week project to a halt. Sigh. I keep telling myself...