It is time to reconnect with my old friends in the speculative poetry industry and rev up the creative juices for non-commercial (well...) reasons again. Last night, a poem about teeth came to me while I was nursing Jack but by the time I reached my computer, it was all but gone.
An email arrived early yesterday from the editor of Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine I sold a poem to eons ago. Portal was published in Issue #2, and they're now on #31. ASIM wants to include it in their inaugural ASIM Best Of Anthology and I am very honoured they chose to include it.
Then today, award-winning illustrator Frank Wu, an old collaborator and friend, emailed me about an anthology due out with my poem Exquisite Corpuscle. It was lovely hearing from him and about the update on the antho which hopefully will be out soon.
I felt it was odd that these are coming in at a time when I am prepping to write poetry and fiction again. Although I am not one to adhere to fate or the strange ways of the Universe, I must admit this is what you would call fortuitous.
Jack is very confident getting down the bed now and he speeds up the stairs like a dust buster. His father commented that he expected his child to be more compliant, to sit when told, for example. I stifled a giggle.
After all, we're talking about the offspring of a woman who as a child physically broke out of two cribs and a man who was the ringleader of his own "gang" (sister, brother, cousins) at 5 years old. Naughtiness has been proven to be genetic...
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