No, I haven’t posted anything new in a year. Writing the book took over my life. I stopped cooking and grocery shopping, stopped doing visual art and playing ukulele, stopped seeing the few people who have managed to become friends to this very reticent person…and you should (not) see how filthy my house became. However, to be sucked into writing is the thing I have been missing, and it has been a very pleasant year. All that other stuff can wait.
But I apologize for abandoning my intention to comment weekly on the puzzling complexities of writing a novel. It was entirely inadvertent. I just couldn’t help it.
Now I have a nearly-finished manuscript and I can no longer postpone the dreary-to the-point-of-unendurability business of the writing business. I have an agency but no agent, and, sadly, my publisher was undone by covid.
Two Questions: Why doesn’t the book handle these things by itself? Why doesn’t the dog pick up her own poop?
Answer to both questions: No thumbs.
I am thumb-enabled but I only want to write, darnit!
While I wrestle myself into business mode, I shall endeavor to return to weekly postings. Today’s update is this:
Rosemary R. Kirstein has invented a genre all her own: epistolary-episodic-science fiction-poetry (i.e, EESFP), which you can read by becoming her patreon. Here is the link: https://www.patreon.com/c/rosemarykirstein/posts And, here is a stanza from the first poem, just to give you an idea of how great it is:
Did I tell you about the light? I think I did.
Like a solid thing, falling from a sky more white
than blue, even on cloudless days.
And the ocean itself — blue there, yes, but dark,
a fractal deepness, with that wild scatter of sparks
as the sky’s wide white glints off clipped waves.
You can read the first few poems for free. So, no excuses.
Laurie
Laurie J. Marks 