Friday’s Childe

July 5th, a day after America’s birthday. Felt like a Monday, not a Friday. Spent the morning clearing weeds from the patio, wondering about the short-cuts taken by the workmen who set the tiles in place. They did a fabulous job, except for putting some sort of cloth between the tiles and the ground to mitigate the weeds. Now, weeds sprout long and lovely and lush and require constant monitoring. Weed-whacking needs to be done in short, manageable chunks.

I’ve fallen off the workout wagon, gone from a three-times a week bootcamper at 5:25am to a lazybones who couldn’t be bothered to get his ass out of bed to work out for love nor money. Next week, I tell myself. Next week I’ll return to rising at 5am and driving the short distance to the gym. Creature of habit, I’m now habituated to laze in bed rather than stir out of it.

I’m editing a new collection of flash fiction/prose poetry, Scatter the Fingerbones and Other Stories. Line by line, page by page, cutting darlings, sometimes whole stories that simply don’t fit in the manuscript. The biggest problem I’ve had to deal with is the formatting of the damn Word file. Section breaks have thrown the page numbering off and I’ve had to painstakingly go through the entire 156 pages and remove all page and section breaks so the page numbering can work correctly.

At some point I’ll get back to writing new material and submitting once more. It’s sobering to look at the Submittable page and see it so empty. When I was working at UCSB I had time and energy to maintain a high level of submissions, track each story and constantly have 20-30 pieces on the move. Now, there’s one solitary story out there in the world, in-progress. Better than none, I suppose.

Had a small book launch for the novel, The Heart Crosswaysat the Unitarian Society of Santa Barbara, a few weeks ago (on my birthday, actually), and it was a really nice evening. Small crowd of friends and random folk, read from both the novel and my first book, Blood a Cold Blue and repaired to Elsie’s Tavern for drinks afterwards.