Morning
Wednesday morning. The Small Boy goes off to Kindergarten with R. (Have I told you? Can you believe it? My Small Boy goes to Kindergarten four mornings a week.) I walk across the driveway with the Boychen, knock at my mother-in-law’s door. It’s Wednesday, she is taking the Boychen for the morning. I walk back to our house, come down to my studio, pour a cup of coffee into my sunshine yellow mug with the white spots. I put on some internet radio, open half-a-dozen tabs, see that Crab Orchard Review is accepting submissions for a special issue featuring Illinois writers. I’m an Illinois writer; far-flung, it is true, but I lived there for the first 21 years of my life. I think it would make an interesting line in a cover letter: “I am an Illinois native now living on a farm in Switzerland…” I think it would be enough to make somebody keep reading. I have my task for the morning, the boys are away, I have these two quiet hours in my studio, and I have a task. I close the windows, go to work.
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That sounds divine. My mug is just plain white but it’s a nice shape and it holds a lot of coffee. Good luck with the Crab Orchard Review. I think you’re right, your story is intriguing. Go for it!
(I’ve got a new URL… thank you for keeping me on your Virtual Bedside Table all these years! Trish, formerly of Light. Sweet. Crude.)
See that’s both the thrill and the hardest part for me–digging in, once I have the time! I hope you had a productive morning!
I did get a poem out of the morning. Nothing I can use for COR, probably, but something that I feel pretty sure will end up published someplace after the revisions. Amazing what happens when I actually *show up* at the empty page.