I’ve been a bit lax in keeping this page up to date, but here we go:
- My poem, “Upon the Climbing of a Topless Tower,” appeared in Silver Blade in August. It’s a villanelle (so, 19 lines)–but don’t think poorly of it, please.
- My poem, “That is not what I meant at all,” is part of Abyss & Apex Issue #76. This is a golden shovel which borrows a line from T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Best read either in the morning before coffee, or late in the evening, also with coffee.
- I’ve had two other poems accepted, at Star*Line and at Penumbric, respectively. Watch for details on those as soon as I have them. (The details will probably appear on Twitter first, but I’ll post them here eventually, I promise!)
In other news: I’ve been attending a fair number of virtual conventions, both for the day job and for writing. On one hand, it’s a fantastic opportunity: in the Before Times, work often had me traveling in direct conflict with writing cons or workshops, so I haven’t really had the chance to meet with fellow writers in any serious degree.
On the other side of the coin, it’s never the same as in-person.
That’s not always a bad thing. I tend to clam up in larger crowds, mostly for the noise volume making it hard to focus. This lets me funnel my energy a bit more productively. But as much as Discord tries to simulate the “out in the hallway” asides, there are a few areas where in-person (when it’s safe!) is better than the simulation.
I don’t know what next year holds, but I do hope I get to meet some of these wonderful virtual people someday. Until then, I’ll be grateful for the opportunity to be part of the simulation.
Take care, all. (Wear masks. And vote.)