Little Oblivion

Little Oblivion

A place for language, poetry, domesticity, and the Ice

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End of Year

I’ve avoided the blog, partly because I’ve got too much else going on in my life, and partly because I’m sick of the format, the look, and the millions of spam comments I get.  Eleven thousand, currently, waiting for my review.

I’m off from work this week with the kids, and tomorrow’s the last official day off of work.  It’s been a good week, but I don’t feel as though I’ve accomplished as much as I had expected.

Every year I’ve become accustomed to writing the year-in-review, the top quotes from my kids, and the plan (not resolutions) for the year. I don’t expect this year to be any different, but it may take me a while.  One thing on the to-do list this year is to find someone to update my website/blog.  Any references are more than welcome!

23

Photograph with Autumn Leaves

*ka-bam*

22

Photograph with a Breast in Repose

Pow!

21

Photograph Near an Icebreaker

ka-pang!

Slowly

I am heartened by the two rejections in the mail this week: a very nice “no thank you” (great ms, not a great fit for this press), and a “your ms was a semifinalist.”  More and more I believe Little Oblivion will find its home.  I want to stay with it, though, while at the same time I want to take care of its younger siblings.  The balancing act is an interesting one, with the “old shoe” of Oblivion, the still-somewhat-raw new Gravity manuscript, and then enters the babies, these new “Photograph” poems, with which I’m still not really sure what I’m doing, except trying to establish a consistent lyric voice.

The good part: I’ve got a lot on the poetry to-do list.

20

Photograph by Accident

*zap*

day 19

Photograph at Dawn

*snap*

August Poem-a-Day–18

Photograph on the Equinox

*ka-bam!*

Slacker

Yes, this has been a difficult August to keep up with deadlines. I have deadlines at work, deadlines with poetry, deadlines with other work, and deadlines on house projects.  The challenge is not getting down by the things that really want me to stay down–poetry rejections in the mail, roadblocks to success at work, distractions (however pleasant) at home, and distractions (not so pleasant) at home.  Lemonade syndrome.  So I’m trying to find the lemonade (and in some cases, margaritas) in each of these spaces.  I will write 31 poems, even if I have to seep into September.  I will continue to send the work out, because I believe in it.  I will overcome the challenges at work with ruthless efficiency. I will only see one dirty corner of my house at a time.

So, for those few who read this, I promise the poems to you.  But they are coming ground, not air.

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In other good news, my dog, who has been sick with an autoimmune disorder, finally came off of one of her three immunosuppressants.  Yay for fewer pills down the throat, and yay for a smaller vet bill.

August Poem-a-Day–Day 17

Photograph in a Summer Snowstorm

*ka-blooey!*