This post does not like whiners. Thus, this post will contain no complaints about the weather, especially since many, many folks were hit with the snowtastrophe much harder than we were. Last night, when I went to bed around 11:30, it was a bit flaky out there, but nothing major. I thought the storm reports were yet another instance of misguided prediction. However, waking up this morning and not being able to get the doors open without serious force, it appeared that a winter storm did indeed descend upon Akron, OH last night.
Phase one of today involved snow removal. Lots of it. We probably got a foot-ish of snow, but in places it was up to my waist thanks to the drifts. There was also some frolicking, and a snow angel that looks pretty cool from the upstairs window. I'm exhausted. But that's mostly from phase two, which involved gathering and herding all of the poems of BOR #3. I've never done this part of the process all on my own before, and though it's a bit monotonous at times, it was a total blast.
I did wonder, however, how other editors feel about typesetting poems with a lot of white space (bless you authors who actually use tabs to do it), or other formatting quirks. Also, I thought a lot about prose poems. Some people make theirs skinny. Does that mean they want us to preserve that width? I typically don't care with my own poems, but I am very careful with other people's poems. Thank goodness for galleys. Here's what I did much of the day today.
Look at our wind chime icicle. Of course I had to play the wind chimes. The long, thin visitor didn't make much of a difference with the sound.
It was an insanely productive day, but also cozy.
In other news, if you missed them, here's my interview from this week on How a Poem Happens, and something fun I did as a guest prompt-mistress over at Read Write Poem.
Had another double-dose of good poetry news this week (one dose that was kind of a triple-whammy), which is confirming my suspicion that 2010 may be a very good year.