As this craptastic year draws to a close, I mourn the loss of two family members as well as the shared public figure losses. And the country as we know it–with all its flaws but also moments when one could be proud of being a fellow citizen–will most likely end with the pens of the few signing away the next four years. May whatever greater spirits we believe in help us get through it.
I try to focus on blessings. The two brothers I grew up playing with and I have reconnected. I met my tiny grandniece for the first time. My little bro is a grandfather x 3!
Somehow I managed to publish the second issues of my presses’ anthology and literary journal. My own first collection of microfictions has also seen the light. My oldest and dearest friends are astoundingly good to me.
Yes, it has been an horrendous year. I won’t miss it. But one must grasp onto whatever life rafts are available or sink. I’m past chapter 80 of Moby-Dick and won’t jinx with specifics; however, it’s safe to predict that I will finish the first draft of my Moby-inspired poetry collection in 2017 or die trying. With six years invested in the project so far, that’s huge for me!
If you don’t know me well, you’re probably wondering why this blog looks skimpy for 2016. Well, I have a boatload of work ahead of me to get the “Extra MoJo! #2” anthology (Hidden Charm Press) out asap. It is the print form of everything published in the online journal “MoJo!” since the first anthology; also, there was an open call for submissions. Then I will pull together the “Tell-Tale Inklings #2” (TTC) print journal.
But before all that happens, my first book of stories will be published this month, within weeks, maybe next week. It’s in the queue at last! Neither broken computers, nor the Massachusetts Snowpocalypse, nor gremlins’ reformats will forever discourage “Ramshackled…” (TTC) from seeing the light of day!
National Poetry Month will be over Thursday. I got a lot done, had some fun, and am very tired. 3 more books to pump out this year? We’ll see. The ol’ back doesn’t love sitting at a table on a hard chair typing for hours.
For anybody who was reading, I stopped posting the 30/30 because the double-spacing was driving me batty. I need to get back into the habit of submitting. Lots to do now that my computer is broken, but not impossible. Scale back, and steam ahead!
What’s up with me? Writing Moby-Dick poems. Keeping these old bones warm. Looking wistfully out the window for some real snow. Creating sentence fragments. Trying to fix my memoir image, as it keeps showing up backwards. Eep.