I’m a really slow and sluggish thinker right now. On top of that, I’m moody. I have no idea why. I sit down to write, to think, to talk, and I’m just stumped. I do fine with teaching classes, but it’s a problem to do much else sometimes. I want to suspect it’s just being tired, but I can’t swear to that. I get as much sleep as I usually get, but ( Read more... )

Days off again. Close to two weeks. I need to try to find some temp work or something for next week to try to make up for the lack of paycheck I'm going to have. Today, though, I've got a Zoey to watch, and she's got issues. The doctor has said she's all stopped up, so we're on a laxative weekend to try to get her back to normal. There's lots more ( Read more... )

First, there was the story in the Winston-Salem Journal ( Read more... )

Check it out: My first real review of my book. Well, it's an article about the Winston-Salem scene, not the book, but it's good. It was an interview, the author going to catch a slam locally, and an interview with another person or two (Linda McCorkindale for sure ( Read more... )

So watching Zoey today (and probably tomorrow) while she's sick. That is, I know it'll be her and me tomorrow, but I suspect she may still feel less than perfect. She's caught some sort of stomach virus that has made for fun times around here lately. Amy's got a touch of it, too, or at least she had it, but Zoey's got it full-on. Now I'm wondering ( Read more... )

Today's the first day I've looked at livejournal in a week, and I really wish I'd had time to look before now. However, I am caught up on my friend list ( Read more... )

Fast reply: Open Spaces Quarterly turned down my brother's story mere days after I sent it in their direction. Now to grab the Writer's Market and find another place to send it ( Read more... )

Sick, sick, sick. Zoey caught strep throat, which means I caught strep throat, which means Amy caught strep throat. Okay, so Amy and I caught it just behind Zoey, but still. We're worn out all the time, sore throat, coughing, aching, tired. We've been to doctors and gotten medicines (yay Meijer and free antibiotics), but the healing hasn't really ( Read more... )

Just me and the Tater this weekend, what with Amy working every day (yesterday, today, tomorrow). So far, it's not been too terrible, but there are things that have to be done, and watching the Tater does not get them done (a handful of papers to grade, for instance). Guess I'll do more after bedtime. And Zoey's having some trouble sleeping lately ( Read more... )

Everyone,

After who-knows-how-many years of working on it, I have finally finished my book, and the publisher has finally got it ready to go. Let Them Eat MoonPie(R): The Southern Fried Poetry Slam From 1992-2000 is most readily available from www.thewordsmithpress.com; it's $15.95, 273 pages, and kinda cool, if I say so myself. Oh, and there are ( Read more... )