Feels like Friday.
Had lunch with my dear Amy today up in Cleveland, at #1 Pho. What a treat!
Serious number crunching going on over here. Maybe I'm just a dreamer, but I think that if a ms is truly powerful, it will find a home if sent to the right place. I wish I hadn't spent a ton of money sending my book to presses with a vastly different aesthetic from my own, on the off chance that it would have a shot. I look back at some of those places and have no idea what I was thinking.
Looks like we're headed toward a record number of submissions for the Akron Poetry Prize. Thus, no time to check out Imagination next week. Boo, but yay too.
Hoping it doesn't rain on tomorrow's 4th of July parade. We are looking forward to decorating the dog. Do you think I'm kidding?