So I’m supposed to be providing a bio pic for a publication. Sure, I say. No problem. Give me a while so that I can take an updated one, I say. But I forgot one thing: Bio pics suck. A lot. In a world where most people will never meet me face to face, all they’ll know are a few words here and there, and a picture. The less geeky, the better! Which, in my case, is practically impossible. But if I’ve learned one thing, it’s that you can’t do these things alone. No, sir! Thank goodness the friendly neighborhood junior high girls came marching over to my house. They eyed each picture carefully, and declared that this red one should be my blog pic, and narrowed the bio picture down to two. Then I took pictures of them for their Facebook profiles, and we talked about why Nick is cuter than Kevin or whatever, and a good time was had by all.
Three of my poems were accepted for the Terror of the Miskatonic Falls anthology! I’m pretty excited. I think that my poetry is improving a little bit. I’m beginning to find my poetic voice, which is vastly different than my prose voice. It’s a little bit like being schizophrenic. It’s exactly like being a Pisces.
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