This photo taken almost a year ago - that's the Rogue River Canyon
It's been a somewhat hellish week - I've been working on pulling together a poetry chapbook and it's been a long strange trip. So many issues come up for me when I do something like this. "This" being take myself seriously. I've had hysterics, cried, repeat ad infinitum - but it's done. Feels quite strange. Yes, it's self-published - but nowadays I'm starting to believe that self-published is the only way to not have to compromise. And since I've spent most of my life compromising - it's about time I did something the way I want to. I like to use art/images with my writing (in case you haven't noticed) and that is not something that most publishers want to do. The other year I attended a conference called Metaphor Taking Shape: Poetry, Art, and the Book. That was because I had a project in mind - not this chapbook just finished - which would require using art.
Well, shit, I could keep on writing here, but I need to go print out a copy to take over to a friend's house. So, hopefully I'll be back later to ruminate on all this.
Update: Printed 20 copies out - found a mistake that had been fixed but obviously not saved and so we had to print that page again (hence 4 pages) and remove the staples and take out the screwed up page and replace with fixed and restaple. My husband is a saint. I am soooooooo looking forward to going out to dinner with friends tongiht!