I’m so resistant to the idea of typing fiction that’s been sitting in my journal since Fall that I just compiled two poetry collections to revise and submit when I only needed to finish one for the second draft of my trilogy. Who knew that if I scraped together all the miscellaneous poems lying around there would be 50 additional publishable, theme-linked poems? Yes, I also discovered about 50 totally crappy poems that ought to be lining a bird cage, but that’s the writer’s life.
I guess I know how I’ll be spending my summer “vacation” since having paid employment doesn’t seem to be on the ol’ calendar. (No, I will not be in therapy trying to figure out why I can’t finish one freakin’ novella!) This economy nonsense is getting old. More jobs are springing up every day! Yeah, where? Not in liberal arts land, as far as I can tell. Jiminy Cricket!
