As I leave tomorrow evening for New Orleans, I am in that mad panic dash to finish some things up before I go, including a whole slew of new chaps that will be assembling when I get back to town--some stragglers from 2016 and some spring books from this year. I am almost on schedule, or at least close to it, so watch for those books in the shop this week. Despite the mad dash, which is exacerbated by wonky printers and general chaos, I am trying to focus on getting ready--deciding on weather appropriate dress options, the music soundtrack for the train ride, what to read for Friday's reading at the festival, how many hurricanes I can drink before getting back to the hotel proves difficult.
We are finally getting some spring-like weather, so Chicago may not in fact be dumped for NOLA entirely this trip through--blossoming trees and tulips in the beds along Michigan. By the time I get back, I should be able to shed those cold-weather coats for good. It will also be my birthday the day I get back into town, so I'm hoping for just a little celebrating a la tequila and tacos and maybe some cake before its back to the grind on Wednesday.
In writerly news, I've gotten some more good results from my submission binge last month from Sweet Tree Review, who will be publishing some more of the Plath centos (the first of which just came out @ Pretty Owl Poetry. ) The manuscript itself is still out in the wilds in a couple places, so hopefully something will come of that. I have been mulling over more love poems, but have been sticking to my permission not to write until I get back in town.
