I just had a poem accepted for A. P. Fuchs’ “Poems of the Dead” anthology. I’m pretty excited about it. I noticed that my little paper stack of “I’ve been published in this!” is getting a bit thicker. It really makes me happy.
I only have a few days left to get RunStarGirl into the interdimensional wombat’s inbox or I’m totally going to be up to my eyeballs in sock puppets. (That sentence makes total sense to me. ) And we’re going out of town tomorrow! Will the wiley Miss Mercedes pull it off? Or will she be tied to the railroad tracks? Stay tuned!
Too many irons in the fire of late. I’m doing a million things, and none of them well. I’m slowly taking an axe to my To Do list, and soon my schedule will be cleared for writing and submitting. Ahhhh, how lovely! I’m all giggly just thinking about it. I also need to get on the ball and decide once and for all if I’m interesting in pimping out Cup of Comfort for Parents of Children with Special Needs. It’s a great opportunity for a beginner like me, quite honestly. I need to learn how to hold signings and that sort of thing. And naturally it’s something that’s close to my heart. But then reality sets in, and I’m all, “Who is going to watch my kids while I’m at these things? We’re a one car family, so how is that going to work. Arg, setting stuff up sounds like work.” But honestly? I can totally figure all of that out. I’m just balking.
Okay! A few more swings of the axe and my evening will free itself up nicely. To war!
Pieces out: 35