Month: July 2012

Summer: Hot and Hard

Summer always seems to be filled with interesting beautiful opportunities, and hard, hot work. On Monday, I went to Burger King and met up with an old friend. He had put out a CD and since he lives in Gowanda, I didn’t see the need to pay postage. We had a lovely catch up and he signed my CD case. He’s putting together another collection and I wish him well on that project. (I’d link a website to plug him, but he doesn’t have one yet.)

On the 11th, I sat in the library and wrote 1500 words–a story and a partial flash. By the 14th, the story “Brown Eyed Bess” was sent out to three places. I don’t know where it came from, but it is good. I sent it to XO man. He loved it. I sent it to an honorary member of Ugly Babies. I asked, “Yes? Or is it lacking?” and received this response, “Yes. This is new, both in timeline and in voice. I like the location very much.”

When I started the celebration thread on Zoetrope, I asked a paraphrased question that Mary Akers had brought up in her office, “How can you tell whether what you’re writing is good or not?” Some people mentioned “flow” and while I understand that, that isn’t what I meant. When I was writing “Brown Eyed Bess,” I knew it was a good story. I can’t say why I knew, but I just took a look at the original draft (written in a font I’ve never used before) and while I polished the piece, the bones were there…and really good bones at that.

Husband and I usually get two loads of firewood per summer weekend and that takes up so much time. This year, after the initial two loads, Husband signed out the white dump truck from work on a Sunday and in two trips, got ten cords that are now sitting in the driveway. I put up the first row in the woodshed on Monday–just moving the wood left over from last year over, really. Yesterday, I put in the second row. I had plans to put up the third today, but I forgot that the picking up the pieces and putting them in the wheelbarrow is different from just moving wood over. So, I’m achy today and I don’t see that happening.

Instead, I’m packing. Since Husband is working in Cuba, we decided we’d stop in at Jeff Rose’s party. Tonight, Dog is going to a kennel. I’m getting up early and going with Husband on Friday. I’ll be camping out in a teacher’s lounge and reading. Then we’re driving to Binghamton, checking into the hotel and walking over to Mr. Rose’s place for a bit. On Saturday, we’re going to the museum, then the party and then home. I’m nervous! New people, which aren’t all that ne. I’ve interacted with them on Zoetrope for years. Mr. Budman is likely to be at the party. He is Editor of Vestal Review where my first flash was accepted. I don’t know why this makes me so nervous, but it does…

So, that is a roundup of my recent doings and upcoming weekend. I hope yours is fantastic and filled with no stress at all. Thanks for stopping by!

(These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.)


July with a Jolt

If you’ve heard this story before, mia culpa for boring you, but I’m still perplexed by the whole matter. I woke up Sunday and started to read The Buffalo News. I opened the Spotlight section and was thinking to myself, “I don’t know why I’m bothering to check. They are never going to publish one of my poems. Whatever.” And turning the page, boom there it was: June’s Chapter.

I was ecstatic. And then R. D. Pohl put the link onto my Facebook post. So awesome. Mary Akers opened a discussion about how to develop a F-it attitude. From what I understand, it takes practice.I’ve noticed myself that if I remain aloof and don’t get my hopes up, I tend to get more good ink rejections and/or acceptances that way. Yes, a rejection is a rejection, but a “we encourage you to try again when we open for submissions in September” from A Public Space is worth posting to my cork board. Some of the “We almost accepted you” letters feel pretty good.

Real life held an impromptu run down to PA for Husband to look at Whit’s roof. Here Husband is explaining what Whit has to do:

Then there was a week of visiting with my son, his beautiful wife and my grandson. We had such an action packed good time, from visiting Tuttle’s Yurts:

my Grandmother,

to a romp around Sculpture Park,

a trip to Niagara Falls,

a boat burning in the creek and then a non-party here on Saturday before they left.I didn’t get any writing or editing done, so it’s back to work around here. I hope your next two weeks are as productive as I hope mine will be. Adieu for now, and by the way, you look so pretty today!

(*These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.)