Got a secret? Let Carolee or me know that you’re confessing and tell all!
OK, this is a confession about not being able to confess about my book. What can I tell you? We’ve narrowed covers down to two and with any luck we’ll get approval for one of them very soon.
The other thing I’ve been working on is getting the blurbs for my back cover. Those pithy little quotes on the backs of books—oh my goodness! It’s hard to get an established poet to blurb a book. The poets I thought were a lock did not come through, while the people who are blurbing have been so generous and kind. You just never know.
Once I get the blurbs and cover nailed down, I still have more than a year until the book comes out. Ugh. The waiting is a slow torture. But I’ve waited this long, right? What’s another 1 ½ years?
I’m gearing up for National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) by working on writing exercises. Starting tomorrow, I’m flexing my poetic muscles to get ready for the daily grind of coming up with a poem a day. I consider these poems free write with potential. I may post or I may keep these poems on the side for those days when I’m just stuck.
Marriage is hard. Parenting is hard. And whenever I’m having a rough day, I watch an episode of Jon and Kate + 8 and I instantly feel better about my life! God bless them for having the strength to raise eight kids. I couldn't do it. I have a hard enough time with my little family.
Tomorrow morning the Red Sox are playing their season opener in Japan against the Oakland A’s. Thank goodness baseball is back! The game's at 6 a.m. so I'll be able to cheer for the home team on my way into work. Go Sox!