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Originally published at What She Says. You can comment here or there.
Sometimes it’s hard to update my blog. I can’t figure a real reason for it. The last two times I tried to update, I ended up writing the beginning of an essay. That often happens and I don’t publish those things because most journals won’t publish your piece if it has appeared anywhere, in any form, even on your blog. So.
I am feeling better, little by little. I went back to work last week, even though the doctor had told me to wait three more weeks. I just wasn’t comfortable doing that. I didn’t figure my department would go for it, so I went back. The first day was awful. I could barely walk down the hall to catch my ride. I felt like my pelvis and everything in it was going to fall out/off. But the second day was better, then the third. I needed pain med to get through it, but I did get through it. I felt so tired and awful on Friday, just worn out clean. The weekend wasn’t good, but today is much better. So far. I think one of the problems is that I haven’t been sleeping except at night. I feel like I need to sleep and sleep and sleep, but I just haven’t been able. Anyway, that’s the update on my health.
As for writing, haven’t done any the last couple weeks, except for the essay start I mentioned above. I have a poem coming out in The Nervous Breakdown any day now. I have another essay coming out, in print, in Brain, Child. I have an essay coming out in Seneca Review in the fall. Nothing else so far, but I should be getting a lot of responses soon. Soon.
An agent got in touch with me and was nice enough to read some work. I haven’t heard back from her, and of course I’m eager for her response. But I’m not going nuts, not putting too much energy into thinking/dreaming about it. Agents have read my work before and nothing came of it.
Oh-the book, the sweaty underarms of the book. We sold a grand total of ten copies in 2013-ten. I made $16.80. Which tickled me actually. I figured I wouldn’t get any royalties until 2024. Of course I am disappointed and wondering how to sell more books, but maybe there is no way except to do readings, to sell my own copies, and I don’t even feel up to that right now. And really, when I think about it, all I ever wanted (and this is of course a LIE) was to have a book to sell at Meacham. And now I do.
So that’s it. I’m going to update submission files today. And try to get a nap in, though I am wide awake just now.
~r.