I managed to send off the mss. of faction A Concrete Wish — an urban fable last month, then got slammed with a minor but voice-scraping bug. Let’s see if I can finish the mss. of memoir edits by the 15th…while pounding the pavement looking for academic jobs that crop up at the last minute, finishing a proof job and looking for more, going to the dentist, posting the next issue of U.M.Ph.! Prose…. Can we say STRESS, boys and girls?
Say, maybe updating the Online Lit. of Note page will be relaxing. It sure beats trying to concentrate when the sun is up. I need a job; seriously, I get zero writing done during the day. Employers, do you here that! Former English teacher with obsessive organizing skills and ability to ignore everyone while slaving away 7 hours per day seeks income-bearing work.
Say, I feel much better now. The power of writing, baby!
faction is fiction, so obviously based on a real person’s former or coulda-been life that it’d be dumb to play that coy writer’s it ain’t about me game.