I just got home from Write-O-Rama at Hugo House. Wonderful and exhausting all at once. Thanks again to Dave for donating $$ in my name. If you'd like to follow Dave's generous example, you'll have a chance again this fall for the Dec.5 Write-O-Rama!

Favorite classes:
Stab Bound: Self-Publishing with Zines - I brought my collection of "typewriter fog" poems along and then proceeded to type up 18 of them on an old Royal typewriter in the Zine Archive, then cut them out and glue them onto pages. Cambray was then kind enough to make copies and assemble the zines for me since I ran out of time. (Thank you!) I gave a few away to folks and then read the entire thing at the open mic. Some poems got reactions, others didn't, but I wasn't booed off stage, so that's good. Want a copy? Let me know. I can make that happen...

Nonsense Poetry - Many of my longer poems are nonsense poems, so it was great to read some similar poems and to have a chance to compose a few in class. Ed Skoog is a very passionate teacher of poetry, which is always a joy.

I Sing the Body Electric - It's always a bit awkward to take workshops on erotica writing, especially with a group of strangers, especially when they're not all complete strangers. Not surprisingly, I didn't produce anything I felt like sharing, but other folks had some brilliant pieces that they read aloud (esp. the one about the hosiery clerk).

So yes, a fabulous time. And I would be remiss if I didn't mention Dave's marvelous salad, starring French lentils, shallots, yellow bell peppers, walnuts, green beans, and fennel, among other things. I think I ate at least 4 helpings of it and would have taken some home if I'd had room in my bag. Now I am vacillating between wanting to stay up until all hours writing poetry 'til the well runs dry, and turning off my brain to watch some anime before bedtime. Perhaps a snickerdoodle will help me decide. Good night, all.