New Review of PR for Poets, Hot Streaks, Hot Air Balloons, and Blood Moons

Hot Streaks, a New PR for Poets Review and Blood Moons

Hello from hot and muggy Seattle, where our Blood Moon looked fantastic because of the fire pollution up and down the West Coast, and of course, fire pollution from Siberia (!) We are supposed to get a break in the hot weather soon, which can’t come soon enough for me. I’ve started to dream at night about Antarctica trips and outer space.

Thank you to Carey Taylor at The Poetry Department blog for this brand new review of PR for Poets! If you haven’t got your copy of PR for Poets yet, summer is a great time to plan your promotion for the rest of the year.

Hot Air Balloons, Rejections and Slowing Down Time

I’ve been rendered house-bound for a while (except for doctor’s visits) with severe MS symptoms during the hot streak and a sprained ankle, so in the meantime I’ve been dreaming of escape, taking pictures of hot air balloons, our beautiful eerie moons, and birds. I’ve also been working on revising my sixth book manuscript. I only have it out to a few places, but received a rejection yesterday. Part of the job, I know, but still, discouraging. I’ve been searching for a good new primary doc, too, without success (the last one wasn’t afraid of my complexity, but said I’d do better with a doctor who was connected to the major medical databases and a major hospital. I guess she’s right.) Rejection all around! And meanwhile, the muggy, airless heat wave continues.

During the evenings when it’s a little cooler I’ve been watching the hot air balloons that rise and fall right around our house. I’ve also had plenty of time to watch my flowers struggle with the sun, the birds fighting over seeds and hummingbird feeders, and discover a new flowering tree in the back yard I’d never noticed before. The day we had a nearby fire, this flicker perched on top of one of our birch trees and just sat, beak in the air, for over an hour. So strange. Time moves slowly when you’re not feeling well – I’ve been trying to fill the time with reading encouraging writing books, watching stand-up on Netflix (I recommend “Elder Millennial,” if for nothing else than the ten minute bit that I swear was inspired by the Melusine myth, which I wrote about in my first book, Becoming the Villainess, in the poem “The Monster Speaks: It’s Not So Bad”) and, well, lots of sleep and fluids. Not the most glamorous summertime activities.

I am wishing us all less fire, fewer heat waves and rejections, and enough time to enjoy the good things about summertime.