The rain, the rain, the rain. The reason I will retire to bed early tonight. I have read some poetry, had dinner, caught my favorite parts of Mr. Holland’s Opus. I called my dad and wished him Happy Mother’s Day. I had the most fantastic days today, yesterday. Yeah. And so I say, all is well.

A very good friend asked me to write something for them; another good friend has offered to write a review of my book(both of which I am so flattered/humbled by). I sent one off to the New Yinzer for anthology consideration, and tomorrow I send another book to Jan Beatty for a potential spot on Prosody.

It is my music, it is the blood in my veins. I write every day. I spin around some sentences. Utter bliss = a swan dive into creating and creation. There is no outlet so electric, no fire so constant, kept brilliant. Do what you love. There’s no reason not to.