I’m 50 today, and I spent the day indulging all my peculiar little birthday traditions:
~I sat up til midnight to welcome my new year of life.
~I had Mexican food, including the mandatory frosted strawberry margarita.
~Then I took down the Christmas decorations.
~And despite doing laundry and changing my bed to ladybug summer sheets because they make me inexplicably happy (hey, don’t judge), I didn’t do a lick of brain work, so that’s enough lazing off to count.
~So tomorrow it’s going to be freezing. Maybe I’ll go to the gym. maybe I’ll write. Maybe I’ll stay in and drink the dark hot cocoa that my friend Brian sent me from Chicago. With hancrafted square marshamallows. hey, I finished a dang novella the other day. If I do nothing else this month, I don’t even care.
~Oh, except I forgot: Tell-Tale Inklings for the broadsheet. Yeah, I like that.
Happy New Year!!!
I joined a gym as a 50th birthday present to myself. No, I can’t afford $10 per month, but I’m trying to keep my neck and back in shape to avoid months of physical therapy (which will cost more than $120 now that I’ve maxed out my insurance).
What else is going on?
* Reached poem #68 of the Moby–Dick “found book” tribute – the halfway mark.
* Finished editing the hard copy of Proof #1 of my first novella A Concrete Wish: a modern fable (Tell-Tale Chapbooks, 2014). I have to bite the bullet to type the edits for Proof #2 (a real neckache/backache just waiting to happen).
*The colon broke on my Netbook, so it’s really hard to make smiley faces. 😀
*U.M.Ph.! Prose is closed, but I’m currently brainstorming with an ex-publishing dude on starting a narrative poetry and flash fiction broadsheet alongside my new book imprint, Tell-Tale Chapbooks. The unrestricted topic should make it easier to get a higher volume of quality submissions.
Tell-Tale Broadsheet? Tell-Tale Imprints?