A Virtual Writing Group
I've signed on with a virtual writing group, the Artist's Daily Almanac. Let's see if I'm better blogging in a group than I am on my own.
Because Gertrude Stein said "there is no there there."
I've signed on with a virtual writing group, the Artist's Daily Almanac. Let's see if I'm better blogging in a group than I am on my own.
Yesterday was highly productive (for a change). Hoa has convinced me to enter the Poetry Society of America's chapbook contest (deadline Dec. 23), and I realized I didn't have anything I wanted to enter. So I've been pulling together some poems I wrote 2 years ago with some newer stuff, shaping it around the climate change push.
I've been working with Ben's mapping program to make poem sequences. Check out my morning commute in haynaku (three-line poems comprising one word/two words/three words). Try zooming in with satellite for the best results.
One of the best things about titling my journal There is that I can make all sorts of bad puns.
A reminder that my series of laments is finally up at Deep South, published by the University of Otago. Don't let the "Spring 2006" fool you; they are on the other side of the equator.
The second issue of There is official, with new work from: Skip Fox, David Huntsperger, J.D. Mitchell-Lumsden, Kristin Palm, Anne Elezabeth Pluto, Kyle Schlesinger, and more.
So the results are (mostly) in, and I'm still having trouble believing it. The Democrats have taken the House and have a good chance at grabbing the Senate. Donald Rumsfeld has resigned, and Christmas came early this year.
There, the online journal of arts and literature that I edit, is celebrating its first two issues with a reading featuring Kristin Palm, Sarah Trott, Jacob Eichert, Laurel DeCou, and Su Pike.
I started strong last month in my goal of 29 posts (to match my previous record of most posts in a single month), but things fell apart in the second half. In my defense, it's gotten very busy between parties and costumes and increased hours at the office. I'm going to try to do better in November. Really. This time I mean it.