wish you were here

I wish I knew why I was having such a hard time right now.

I thought about a really petty post, but no.

I read fiction tonight at the feature. It was a smallish crowd. It was nice to go back to those words again.

I am tired.

In a time right now when it’s hard to feel good about myself,

the thing that makes me the most happy

is driving with the windows down

blasting Stevie Wonder’s version of The Beatles’ “We Can Work It Out.”

That’s some love, right there.

What a nice little Silent Dinner tonight.

Every once in while, my memory is blurry like the picture.

But sometimes, I want to hear god’s memory of my ancestors.

Yeah. Awesome.

Yay. I’m fighting a virus on my computer. But not on the lappie.

Until I get this figured out, I’m intermittent on the postings. Not that I wasn’t before, but.

It’s all my fault.

Crap. What a week. I’ve been so busy with getting a soft launch together that I’m tanked at this point. I couldn’t even promote my own reading, so nobody came. (Wait, not really true, there were some folks there, but a reading with 4 poets and nobody else there isn’t really a reading.) That just means I’ll have to set up a slam in a couple of weeks in order to get some folks out. And I’m going to have to book some local features in the meantime. Local poets, wanna feature?

I made the mistake of eating really late last night. Dumb dumb. I’m a mess this morning. I’m gonna have to hit the gym extra early today.

But tonight is going to be a blast. A big ‘ol rocking slam with Big Poppa E at the helm.

I have a full plate for a day, so I’d better get that morning glass of OJ and get to it.

I know. I have so many beautiful things inside my head that I want to say. But they’re waiting.

what a beautiful day today.

I am a flakey dork. A flakey dork nursing a hangover all day. I’m late on a lot of things, like catching up here.

Work’s been a little hectic lately. A lot of coding, a bit of writing “How-To” articles. However, we’re ahead of the game as far as setting a new date for a soft launch next Friday. I feel positive about it, and so are the people involved.

The first night of the new reading at the former Roma went swimmingly. I owe a debt of gratitude to two amazing poets bringing the crowd around. We started slow, but people filed in. And the owner was very happy afterwards. Keeping this up is going to be difficult for me, because keeping a good face when people don’t show up is not my strong suit. So show up. Even if you’re not reading this, show up.

There’s been so much poetry over the past 2 weeks of this month that on my feature on the 27th, I’m reading some fiction. Let’s break this down: a slam last Monday, a feature this past Saturday, another slam next Thursday, a new Wednesday night reading, already showing up to the Sunday readings, missing out on the Coffee Bean reading because I was downtown for the Book Festival reading, and I’m planning on heading to the Poet’s Corner this month. I am poetryed out. And the Cafe Hookah reading could turn into a monthly slam, which will be a big thumbs up in my department.

I mean, I like featuring. I don’t mind doing it. It’s good practice for me. And I know I’m getting better at it. At the same time, my art has made about $14.50 for me this month, and that all went to beer. (Take my manuscript, please! I’d rather be getting a little money so I can buy something useful, like power.)

I mean, Samhain’s coming up, and it only just occurred to me last night that I haven’t made colcannon in a very long time. Well, being that it’s an autumn, winter dish, trying it during the summer’s not the most brilliant idea.

I’ve lost 12 pounds since the beginning of June.