Yesterday was the first time I read a novel cover to cover in, like, I don't know. Maybe two years? Maybe five? And I remembered how that used to be a weekly thing when I was a grad student. Nowhere to go but couch and cat and book. At the time I thought it was a really shitty way to live. I was obviously an idiot to think that. I would love to have more days of nothing but read. Note: there is a difference between day of nothing but read and day of evaluating 50+ poetry manuscripts in a sitting. Just wanted to clarify.
This week I am going to Jackson, Mississippi with the amazing Erika Meitner to visit students of Steve Kistulentz and to read some poems and to be on the radio and to bring our poetry taboo craft talk to a new audience. With my family situation and all it's been a while since I have been able to travel far away aside from AWP, so this is really cool. Things are finally better. I have never been to the south aside from AWP Hotlanta. I have no idea what to expect. I used to travel quite extensively. But I also used to be able to read for eight uninterrupted hours. Think there's a connection between these things?
Haven't written many poems. Have, however, started planning for a major fiction project. I have no idea what's gotten into me. I've just been thinking in prose sentences lately. Perhaps it's the weather. Who knows.
Oh, and the novel? Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee. I'm reading it for the book club I moderate, but I probably would've read it in one day even if I wasn't under the gun.