October is a beast--maybe a bear or a lion, and nothing to be messed with. We have no less than 6 upcoming events in the library, some of which invoves lots of planning on my part, as well as two library conference things happening mid-month (a presentation at the Chicago Research Summit and a poster session at the ILA conference.) And then the studio move, and trying to make books around the chaos of that. I may not make it out alive, But by November, I hope to be settled back in to my new outfitted dining room and have everything in one place and at the ready.
Neverthless, it's a good crazy. Last night, we had our kick-off for Lethal Ladies: The Women of True Crime--an artist panel with some of the best discussion ever about women and violence.(both as victims and perpetrators.) The art looks amazing, and I'm thrilled to have some fragments from [licorice, laudanum] amongst them. Despite October madness, I am trying to slow down and, you know, actually enjoy the things I am doing, rather than rushing through them and then on to the next thing. Suddenly a year passes and I feel like I've done a whole lot of stuff, none of which I have actually been in the moment for.
I am also gearing up and putting the final edits on the Field Museum poems for Wednesday. They are dark and weird and filled with scales and feathers. I'll probably eventually make some sort of chapbook out of them, but might try submitting some of them first. I've gotten really bad about submissions, despite my 100 rejections plan, which went out the window in the summer. I did however, get some good acceptances from what I did send out, so it worked as much as I put into it.
