So it's been a hectic three months since my last post about appearing in an upcoming anthology and expecting my first child in a matter of days.
To our delight, the child did appear in a matter of days, healthy and happy (or as happy as a newborn can be, I guess), and pretty darn cute, if I may say so from my biased vantage point, and now the anthology is out as well, and it's lovely. I just received my copy yesterday. There is an Amazon link on the press's website, if you're interested in purchasing it.
Reckless Writing: The Modernization of Poetry by Emerging Writers of the 21st Century by Chatter House Press, edited by Penny Dunning
So now I'll get back to all the things I need to cram into the few hours when baby is sleeping and mommy is not yet about to crash as well from exhaustion. Some days those things just include the essentials. I mean, the bare, bare essentials. Cleaning the house is pretty much a luxury, but then I never was much of a house-cleaner on a good day. I'm not sure how I'm going to find the time to go back to work, even part-time, but I guess I'll figure that out in a month or so. I'm working on imposing some sort of schedule on our days so that maybe I can get a bit more done. There are so many projects on my calendar, like starting work on the new issue of Melusine, book ideas, website ideas, that keep getting kicked like the proverbial can down the road. I have to admit I can't even imagine the luxury of sitting down to write a new poem yet, although I'm sort of hoping one will come to me one day despite myself, as poems sometimes do, happily for the lazy among us. But at least I've begun to send out my full-length manuscript.
For someone prone to the winter blues even in easier years, though, I have to say I'm finding life relatively good, all in all, this chilly November. The child is a handful, but she's also pretty awesome.
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