bang draft is done and i need to be in bed
my bang is away! it's SUCH a first draft, and i kind of pulled an ending out of my ass, but at least it has an ending which means i have something to work with when i start editing. there are two things i wanted to put in it that i couldn't find places for, but maybe on the second pass. and in any case, it's (barely) in before the deadline.
today i swear i spent most of the day dealing with the very special partner's expenses and getting approval for same. managing her travel and expenses is almost a full-time job in itself and i really need a minion (or the office needs another admin) to help me. tomorrow i'm having a chat with the office manager for this very thing.
totally forgot to mention that last tuesday, after i got back from florida, i went to move my car for the street sweeping, and the rear window was shattered! O.O and there was a baseball/softball (i can't tell the difference) on the back seat. >.< so i called my insurance company and got someone to come out thursday. and then it rained. >.< so i attempted to tape a large black trash bag over the gaping hole that used to be the rear window. sigh. i did get a new window, tho. but man, my poor car.
if you happen to be driving through idaho and need a place to sleep, you can stay in a potato (because idaho). it was originally built for the idaho potato commission and is now an airbnb. it doesn't have a kitchen or wifi, but how many people can say they've slept in a potato? right?
i kinda wish i'd posted more poetry for poetry month. i hope you enjoyed the poems i did post.
There’s a way out--
walk the dirt road into cerulean dawn,
tap the windows of cars and trucks
rattling down highway 77
with clear fingerprints,
and clasp the nine eyes of the desert
shut at the intersection of then and now.
Ask: will this whirlwind
connect to that one,
making them cousins to the knife?
Will lake mist etched
on flakes of flood-birthed moonlight
hang its beard on a tow truck
hoisting up a buck,
butterflies leaking from its nostrils,
dark clouds draining off its cedar coat?
--from Dissolve, Sherwin Bitsui
today i swear i spent most of the day dealing with the very special partner's expenses and getting approval for same. managing her travel and expenses is almost a full-time job in itself and i really need a minion (or the office needs another admin) to help me. tomorrow i'm having a chat with the office manager for this very thing.
totally forgot to mention that last tuesday, after i got back from florida, i went to move my car for the street sweeping, and the rear window was shattered! O.O and there was a baseball/softball (i can't tell the difference) on the back seat. >.< so i called my insurance company and got someone to come out thursday. and then it rained. >.< so i attempted to tape a large black trash bag over the gaping hole that used to be the rear window. sigh. i did get a new window, tho. but man, my poor car.
if you happen to be driving through idaho and need a place to sleep, you can stay in a potato (because idaho). it was originally built for the idaho potato commission and is now an airbnb. it doesn't have a kitchen or wifi, but how many people can say they've slept in a potato? right?
i kinda wish i'd posted more poetry for poetry month. i hope you enjoyed the poems i did post.
There’s a way out--
walk the dirt road into cerulean dawn,
tap the windows of cars and trucks
rattling down highway 77
with clear fingerprints,
and clasp the nine eyes of the desert
shut at the intersection of then and now.
Ask: will this whirlwind
connect to that one,
making them cousins to the knife?
Will lake mist etched
on flakes of flood-birthed moonlight
hang its beard on a tow truck
hoisting up a buck,
butterflies leaking from its nostrils,
dark clouds draining off its cedar coat?
--from Dissolve, Sherwin Bitsui