...until I meet a couple big deadlines. It's cold outside, so I'm quite content to sit here and plunk away. Things should be back to normal in a few weeks.
A couple books arrived in the mail today. The Lost Coast: Salmon, Memory and the Death of Wild Culture by Tim Bowling and
Acquainted with the Night by Christopher Dewdney. Word of mouth led me to these books. I hope to dig into them sometime in December.
For the past week I've been ending my days with John Metcalf's literary memoir Shut Up He Explained. I'm struck by Metcalf's passion for the short story. It's compelling, especially in light of the list of cumulative sales figures for books by Porcupine's Quill authors on page 130. How sobering. Those numbers have been haunting me as I write. As I edit. I thought about them yesterday when I was chatting with a writer about chapbooks. I've been wondering which press would be a good fit for a particular sequence of poems and what my priorities are when it comes to chapbooks. I'm very tempted to just publish the sequence online. I love stumbling upon new-to-me work, The Middle Stories by Sheila Heti being a good, high profile example. Granted, hers is already published work, but I like the idea of just getting the work out there. I like the idea of cumulative hits.