Oh my...
A visit from Mom, after a visit from friends, on top of the High Holidays, and getting held up at knifepoint....
Can take the wind out of your sails.
Last night I fell asleep at 7 pm. Woke up today, ate my raisin bran, and was asleep again at 8 am. So as of tomorrow, with the exception of birthing classes and walking the dog, I'm writing in bed all day. Kicking it old school, with actual paper and pen. I think that's the likeliest bet for getting the kid-novel revised before the baby arrives.
In other news, though I'm not buying baby stuff as a rule, I DID find an amazing basinette out thrifting yesterday. Turquoise and white wicker, with wheelie legs that fold up and a removeable hood for $45!!! If you come to my bris you can see it. Come to my bris? Everyone who is anyone will be there!
In still other news, I'm hunting blurbs this week for Half/Life, and sending out the poems one last time. Damn book contests. Damn manuscript. So if you want to blurb my anthology, or you happen to be buddies with a famous author who'd like to blurb my book, call me?! And if you own a poetry press and you want to publish, "The Myth of the Simple Machines" this is your last chance. Now that all the poems are individually published, I'm retiring the old mare. One last season. One last shot at the brass ring. The blue ribbon.
And in STILL other news... Isaac Babel was a nutcase.
Can take the wind out of your sails.
Last night I fell asleep at 7 pm. Woke up today, ate my raisin bran, and was asleep again at 8 am. So as of tomorrow, with the exception of birthing classes and walking the dog, I'm writing in bed all day. Kicking it old school, with actual paper and pen. I think that's the likeliest bet for getting the kid-novel revised before the baby arrives.
In other news, though I'm not buying baby stuff as a rule, I DID find an amazing basinette out thrifting yesterday. Turquoise and white wicker, with wheelie legs that fold up and a removeable hood for $45!!! If you come to my bris you can see it. Come to my bris? Everyone who is anyone will be there!
In still other news, I'm hunting blurbs this week for Half/Life, and sending out the poems one last time. Damn book contests. Damn manuscript. So if you want to blurb my anthology, or you happen to be buddies with a famous author who'd like to blurb my book, call me?! And if you own a poetry press and you want to publish, "The Myth of the Simple Machines" this is your last chance. Now that all the poems are individually published, I'm retiring the old mare. One last season. One last shot at the brass ring. The blue ribbon.
And in STILL other news... Isaac Babel was a nutcase.
1 Comments:
Hey, lady. Howzabout setting up a baby registry, like Steve and Jessie did (http://www.accommodatingly.com/?p=187)?
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