. . . that I get asked to submit work when my all my resources are tapped? Over the year I wrote maybe ten or twelve poems that I think are worthy of publication. They're gone. Either picked up by a journal or on someone's doorstep. Anyway, I keep getting asked for more work (which is great), but I don't have anything right now. Guess that means I better get off my ass and write, eh?
Turned in a grant application. THE worst thing to write is an Artist's Statement. When people ask me what it is I do, I can't very well answer it depends . . . or sometimes I'm not sure . . . or I play with a sentence or phrase for about two hours on my word processor then run my dog.
I managed to write a page, but the process was agony.
I am now officially the advisor for creative writing majors at WWU. Heaven help us.
NYFA announced its 2007 fellows. My good friend Sarah Gambito is one of the winners. Fellow blogger, Aaron Smith is also a winner.
Heh, I spent my money paying off CC bills. Hopefully these good folks get to spend that money on fun things.
Aimee's book arrived yesterday. So did this.
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