Monday, June 13, 2005

I am up before the owl. This week will be another crazy week. I am teaching Greek Legends which I love but have no curriculum for and then I have a mosaic class with wonderful things like 20 hammers.

I finished the biggest grant of the bunch yesterday, so much for thinking this wouldn’t be a lot of work. Who knew they’d ask a poet for a five page budget? It is funny how everything leads into another. I use to think submissions were difficult and then I began the manuscript and well, it became as easy as pie. Now I am back to thinking all I want now, is to send off my book and not be asked to add or multiply.

It would be so nice to have one romantic ideal left about being a writer. The porch swing is gone, the cabin in the words, the endless coffee and discussion of Dickenson’s use of metaphor and it is replaced with well, I suppose reality. Reality sucks.

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Emily Lloyd said...
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LKD said...

Ah, yes. I quite agree. That cabin in the words is the best, most delightful typo I've seen in a long time. Makes me think of that They Might be Giants song: "Keep a little birdhouse in your soul."

We should all keep a cabin in our words, don't you think?

I've got a forest in my heart, and yes, most definitely, a cabin in my words.

Radish King said...

I thought this read then I have a mosaic class with wonderful things like 20 hamsters.

Pris said...

ohhh grants. Been there. Done that. Not for poetry, though. I don't envy you. Maybe you can stack logs up around the walls of your bedroom??

Suzanne said...

What the hell kind-of poetry grant are you going for? A five page budget?!

Anne Haines said...

Suzanne, I think it's the 20 hamsters for Rebecca that made the grant so complicated.

Note to self: Never request live animals when writing a poetry grant.

Emily Lloyd said...
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