I'm in a Super Moon moment right now. I just sent in a manuscript to my usual young adult publisher. Don't usually admit that in public, because I believe it jinxes things, so as I nervously wait for the direction of the acquiring editor's thumb, all I can do is stand slack-jawed, gazing at the sky. Oh, wow. I finished another book. And we shall see what comes of it it. Cross your moonlit fingers for me, OK?
Suddenly there is--gasp--time. I could actually READ a book (I've done some of that these past few days). Or perhaps revise some of the backlog of early-draft poems I've built up and get them submitted (doing that, too). There's a book I just read by a friend of a friend that I want to review: Passing Through Humansville by Karen Craigo. It's a really terrific collection of poems, and now that I've actually blown the dust off my blog, I think I'll get that review taken care of this afternoon. Ever read a book by another writer working your side of the street, LOVED it and NOT been jealous? Karen's book is good enough to disarm writerly jealousy. There's a Super Moon moment for sure. Oh, wow.
I've also been planning another poetry reading in NYC with my friends Rick Mullin and Hilary Sideris. Those two and I had a great time at KGB Bar in downtown NYC a couple of years ago, and I'm looking forward to a Saturday afternoon in May when we can put on another show. KGB's a really fun place, full of Soviet-era nick-nacks, dark and broody, and very literary indeed. Watch this space.
It's Ash Wednesday today, and being as Ken and I work for the Presbyterians now, I'm not going to go get a dirty face, even though I'm still officially an Episcopalian. (I've fallen out of the habit of making New Year's resolutions lately also. I'm much more of a play-it-as-it-lays kind of girl. ) But I do like liturgy and annual traditions, so perhaps my Lenten discipline this year will be to keep this blog a bit more active. It's good to write about writing, and it's good to do the kind of essay that blogging requires.
I was going to say something about the atrocious state of American politics right now, but maybe that's too much discipline. Next time.
So onward and upward. And do cross your fingers about that manuscript for me, willya?