A Real Writer Now?
I finally remembered to check and see if I made it (after all these years) into the Poets and Writers directory and, lo and behold, here I am a Listed Writer.
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September 24, 2007
September 17, 2007
Book Girl!
Exciting news: my poetry chapbook, The Hours of Us, is now available for ordering on the Finishing Line Press web site. I've seen the post card PDF, proofread the copy, and had a sneak preview of the cover. The bolt photograph from Venice is the one the editors chose for the cover. And I don't look too wretchedly old in my author photo on the post card. I could get used to this—actual recognition for all that hard work, the laboring over syllable, sound, word, line, stanza. The expert reading eyes of B. and L. are the only reason the pieces are any way as good as they are: major thanks go to them. So celebration eve here in this countdown of last days in the house in the woods. I take down the Jabberwocky oil done by G. in 8th grade (can't forget to move that painting), inadvertently tap it to my wine glass and, voila, a hairline crack. Fitting. Subject, muse, and even in that, the flaw revealed.
Terrence Blanchard's extended musical meditation on Hurricane Katrina is playing now. Says it all...