Finished in December
#- Susan Cooper, The Dark is Rising (Collier 1973) (reread)
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A snowy morning, and a snowy day ahead.
Something just happened and, honestly, it’s taken me a few days for the reality of it to sink in. It’s of no consequence to almost anyone else, of course, but it’s rather a big deal to me.
Last week, I signed a contract with Unsolicited Press, which will be publishing my debut book of poetry.
More details soon, but first I need to attend to my chapbook, which will be coming out early next year.
I spent the better part of 1992 through 1994 writing thousands of lines in iambic pentameter. Maybe it’s time again. 2023, the year of blank verse?
It’s a Wayne Shorter evening.
You know that scene where Faye is mailing letters and she hears “That Thing You Do” on the radio and she and the bass player run down the street screaming like lunatics and then they all dance around Patterson’s appliance shop?
Yeah, that.
Details to follow.
Discarded email drafts account for probably 99% of everything I’ve ever written in my entire life.
This morning, my mind is like, um, it’s like, oh what’s the word? Something fancy and cool. And super smart. C’mon. Think. Quicksilver? A sieve? An abandoned power station?
RIP Tom Phillips.
Well. Isn’t that just some of the best news I can’t tell anyone yet.
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Crescent moon through bare branches out my kitchen window this morning, unphotographable.
90: Pitch Black (lined)
91: Snowy Evening (15,902)
Laszlo will have to wait. Tomorrow will be beyond imagining.
We just bought our tickets for the Guthrie’s production of Hamlet in April. We’ll be preparing by rereading some of our favorite monologues and — of course — rewatching the first season of Slings & Arrows.
The books I brought with me, in case you were curious. (The Midgley is a reread.)
My wife and I will be out running errands all morning, so — of course — I’ll have three books with me, just in case.
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