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Slackery, though it’s not a word, makes a great word, dontchathink?

Fear not, my pets, for I have not abandoned you. Abandoned looks so strange…

I have a manuscript deadline (yippee!!!) and many other goings-on.

Then there’s the upcoming 2 Wilco shows in one week (CRAZY and INDULGENT, sez I). I thought I’d qualify that and let you know that I don’t really want to see them 2ce in one week, but we were COMPED tickets by a rather famous local guitarist, a co-parent from our school. So I sez to Hubby, I do not want to go to the show on Wednesday in Hartford and Hubby sez to me, you will want to once you see them on Sunday and I thinks no, that Wilco show last September is when my tinnitus began.

Now you try typing sez without it coming out as sex. GO ON, get on your keyboard and try! Blogging is harder than it looks, I tell you!

Mark Twain, right? Huck Finn, sez sez sez. At least that’s what I remember. I don’t remember even finishing the book and I took a whole semester in Twain. Hmm.

The poet hard at work a few weeks ago on Cape Cod. Little did she know that a deadline for manuscript submissions was lurking in the wings. (From an Alexander Technique perspective this is NOT how one should look when one is at one’s computer. EGADS!)

I am grateful, I tell you. My manuscript is SO MUCH BETTER than when I started sending out stuff willy-nilly last fall/winter. Probably won’t get accepted, but I’ve become a better writer through the process. Now I have a more polished body of work which I can start to submit whenever the hell I want. How rockin’ is that?

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Before Thankful Thursday gets into full swing, the management would like to alert you to the fact that several posts are now password protected; I am exploring new avenues for a few of my poems. I am not, however, ready to remove them completely. (There was one poem a few months ago that was and will remain password protected unless I can edit it to protect the innocent; truly, as it is about children.)

I love my blog and I love putting poems up here; I love the comment section if I’m lucky enough to get comments. At times I’m torn between blogging my poems and simply putting together a chapbook.

A blog is both mutable and stable (as long as one has access to electricity at some point…another irony of a blog’s “permanence”); the fact of the technology blows me away sometimes. I puzzle over it. Knowing that it is only in a nascent state makes it even more amazing and mind-boggling.

What I miss sometimes is reading words off of pages. The computer hurts my eyes. I get tired more easily sitting in front of a screen. I miss touching paper, but I love youtube. I love the speed and the tricks and the access, but I also love reading in bed at night propped up on my queenly down pillows with real paper between my opposeable thumbs and fingers.

On to Thankful Thursday. Some time. Later.

Ciao! twinkly

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