I was just about to complain about the achy-breakies from dust-bustering the cat-hair-matted rug because the vacuum is on the fritz (Read: D.E.A.D.). Then Buzzzzzzzz. UPS man. The books for my poetry feature are here! I didn’t have money to buy a final copy for months, thus only had the glossy sample from November.
This is the first time I’ve seen the matte covers. They are beautiful! Now if 6 people buy a $10 copy at my feature at Stone Soup Poetry, 106 Prospect St., Cambridge, MA a week from today (hint, hint) I can pay two bills I ignored to buy my own books. Hey, when we say we’re starving artists, it’s no exaggeration!
I forgot my Feb. post. What’s to say? The pinched nerve in my back recovery and the chronic neck strains are better than one might expect in winter, so maybe I can get back to semi-regular walking (still dodging snowstorms here in New England ). At least I’ve gotten in some typing, edits on the memoir -so it might be done in March. In general I have problems if I sit at a table instead of lying on 4 pillows to type. Typing lying down doesn’t work! Frustrating as heck.
1. Somehow I’ve managed to squeeze out two of my goal three books so I can publish in 3 genres in 12 months to celebrate the big 5-0! Instead of re-posting everything, here it is on HCP: http://hiddencharmpress.com/
2. I have a feature of the poetry on March 10, 2014. 8-10pm Stone Soup. $5 cover. My book will be $10 (if I have any left by 9pm, usual feature time). And I’m doing a radio show in spring. Perhaps the memoir will be out then too.
I’m feeling pretty good about 2013, my year of prose and transitioning to more Publishing, behind-the-scenes work. But I’m psyched to read. I haven’t read at all since August, haven’t featured since May? June?
Autumn at last! My second book of poems is close to publication by ALL CAPS Publishing even as I remain faithful to my year of prose-writing commitment.
The cover for my first novella is in second-draft phase; typing is slow but sure for the microfiction collection. So I will have to wrestle with templates to get the Tell-Tale Chapbooks self-pubs done this year. That’s okay, there are 4 months left in the year
Finances being what they aren’t, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that my memoir will not be out this year. Okay…breathe. There, I said it, and the floor didn’t crumble. Life goes on.
Photos and links when works are published. Sleep for now.
July was such a lousy month I almost forgot my August post. High points: my oldest and dearest friends are priceless. Typing/editing Rosebud… is still happening. I have covers for two books, blurbs for the novella. I’m getting physical therapy for my neck (displaced vertebra? ouchie) so I don’t clonk out at 4pm from muscle relaxers then lie awake til 4am. That totally sucked.
It’s an excellent prose jag, but I miss poetry. There’s a reading, with the theme “Place” at the JP library* on Sedgwick next Thursday, August15. 6:15 sign-up for the open mic. The reading is 7-8ish. Hosts: Beatrice Greene and Carolyn Gregory (both JP poets!).
*OrangeLineto Forest Hills, then hop the #39 bus – it’s only a few stops. There’s a big brick municipal building on the corner of Sedgwick and South St. Failproof method: When the bus starts to curve onto Centre St, ring the bell and walk back.
After a crazy month of packing, stressing, and cleaning (my aching back and neck and swollen knees stretched to their limits), I’ve finally moved. A Boston poet on the South Shore! Culture shock, but it’s very pretty and reasonably quiet here. I miss the house where I rented a room for two and a half years – a real home that kept me together after the loss of my mother in September 2010, despite the cast of yahoo neighbors. And I will sorely miss seeing my brother on the way to the Cambridge public library.
But it is good to be forced to make a change every now and again. I’m still hoping to break the halfway mark on the Moby-inspired poetry collection. Maybe I’ll get some chapters added to the second novella also. One never knows what summer will bring. All my brain likes to do in warm weather is write love poems.
I made a pot of chili last night – with ground beef and pork sausage instead of ground turkey – O, sin! Looking forward to day-old chili for dinner. This is the first place I’ve lived in that has CA; it’s always 70 degrees. Good thing the grocery store is 15 minutes away walking so I’ll get exercise instead of hopping the bus to the nearest market. It’s so cool in here I could bake a pie for the 4th of July. Off to google red, white, and blue pie. “One never knows…do one?”
Well, it’s really only Feb. 27 at 3:30am, but close enough. So my back and neck are still protesting having to sit still for 3 hours Monday night, and the cold I refused to let get the best of me until Tuesday is wiping me out…BUT it was totally worth it.
The launch of HiddenCharmPress with its first titleExtra MoJo! at the Stone Soup Poetry reading in Central Square, Cambridge, MA on Monday night was fantastic! The open mic was great. My sisters-writers were an outstanding feature, making poems from the anthology leap off the page. It was truly enthralling! I couldn’t be prouder.
HiddenCharmPress(HCP) was created in July, 2011. It took until July, 2012 to put together a first draft of the ExtraMoJo! anthology. By Winter, 2012 I had a cover artist and layout artist on board to make the manuscript into the book that the 20 writers deserve.
Hurrah to my co-features ToniBee and RobinWhite; kudos to Denise Washington whose poem is on the back of the book; woo hoo to cover artist Jessica Grundy and to my football buddy, layout artist Steve Glines, for making a pile of papers into a gorgeous book!
The Press’s inventory for the evening sold out, so now I can afford a new computer battery, the HCP website purchase, and incidentals like food all at the same time
photo of Robin White, Mignon Ariel King, and Toni Bee by chad parenteau
Finding out that Hotmail is changing so I’ll need to switch to Outlook eventually, I decided to be proactive and make the change now. What the hell, I’m already re-organizing my entire creative life anyhow during these underemployment/writer’s block/August stinks doldrums.
What a hassle! The goal of merging 6 e-mails into 4 was apparently overly ambitious, so for now I’m down to 5. My three professional e-mails and sites are for now:
I’m reading Moby-Dick and continuing the poetic synopsis while reading Steven Tyler’s latest autobiography and writing a review on Goodreads (link below); and I’m editing the Extra MoJo! anthology-to-be as well as subbing some of the zillion poems I’ve written so far this year. Whew! Let’s see how much more I can write before the heat kicks in.
If one is going to post only 1 poem for NaPoMo, ‘Od’s teeth, let it be a Shakespearean sonnet! Don’t try this fast and loose version at home, kids. Your English teacher will give you an “F”!
This love affair has gone on
… long enough that friends
now voice concern
about my lust.
“Please, leave the house,
go try some other stuff,”
is what they plead.
“Variety’s a must.”
But you and I transcend
what others think.
Inherently, we’re bound
til death and past.
You breathe through me.
You are my food and drink.
“Unhealthy” is a charge
we will outlast. Variety is not
the spice of love–as committing
to a goal is our forte.
Our bond is a rare gift
from high above. Ignore
naysayers. They will go away.
And when I close my eyes
it will be clear that God spoke you
to life. His words are dear!