I finally sent out a new batch of poems yesterday to a bunch of journals.
I haven't done that in a long time. It felt good. Even if nothing pans out.
Somehow I still feel good about getting rejections, which forces me to write new stuff that the journals who rejected the poems may actually like next time around.
The fourth proof of Ghost Lights found its way to me a few days ago. It's really starting to make me smile now. It looks great, and it's getting to those final stages. Clean text, a good design, a good font.
We're trying to figure out cover art and color schemes for the cover and back cover soon. I have a few paintings I'm looking at. The one I wanted we couldn't get. So it's more looking.
I have a handful of blurbs now too, with, I think, one more to go.
Things are coming together. I'm getting excited. I hope folks like the words.
Josiah Bancroft, a friend and talented poet, is blogging. I have a feeling you'll want to frequent it.
Added a few pages and poems to the new manuscript, and took out some pages and poems. I feel better about it each time this happens. This makes sense, I think.
I looked at a poem yesterday in the new manuscript. A new poem that I've sent out a bit over the last month or two, though scattered, and after previously reading who-knows-how-many times, I found a mistake at the end of the very first line.
I think I read the manuscript too much on the computer. May have to suck it up and print it out again. I'm usually great at finding that stuff, but sometimes your brain just keeps scanning the error as correct.
My niece is going to be born in April. I will soon be Uncle Keith. Which is awesome.
She already has a ton of Giants gear, but Jess and I will certainly be getting her more.
Seriously can't stop listening to the Amman/Josh EP Places. Get it.