I realized now that I have the freedom to make books at all hours of the day (ie. lately around midnight), it requires an adjustment of my morning routine, which can start a little later if I desire, and which will be less about dashing out of the house at full speed and downtown to squeeze in time there. Since I don't have to be to work til 2pm, the morning so far has been a more leisurely breakfast, coffee , and writing--the start of a new series that I'm not sure what will come of it. I fell out of my habit of writing first thing at the studio, mostly since my mind has been in chaos since late summer. The extinction poems were written haphazardly and in spurts on weekends, but it;s been months since I've engaged in any sort of daily writing ritual.
I want to get back to that and poem tending. Maybe even submitting--while my rejection endeavors stalled out midsummer, it did yield some fruit in terms of publications--including recent works in Typehouse, Midway Journal, elsewhere, decomP, and The Journal. There are also some edits to be done on the extinction poems, and some proofing on sex & violence galleys I am behind schedule on, all of which has fallen by the wayside during the recent shuffle. Also, one book mss. that is finished and ready to send out, another two that just need to be compiled. Also, several little book projects I want to make happen and may actually have some time and energy to devote to.
Here is to a productive fall and a freer, kinder schedule. Already I appreciated being able to work on press stuff at my own pace throughout the weekend, as well as the ability to multi-task (ie. cleaning while the printer runs, watching movies while I fold & assemble) all things I couldn't really do in the studio, so I am already feeling my stress starting to loosen, and I haven't even fully moved everything back here yet (the shelves and some necessities are arriving Friday from storage, and I'll be bringing the rest as I need it and make room. The apartment is a chaos of boxes, but the siameses are having a grand ole time playing in them.
