Cyber Monday Special and a Pushcart Nomination, and Survival Skills for the Sick
- At November 27, 2017
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Cyber Monday Poetry Special!
Hey guys! Consider supporting poets and poetry today on “Cyber Monday!” I’m offering a special – all five books for $62 including shipping! Otherwise, a dollar off all individual books plus free shipping! (That would make Becoming the Villainess $11, She Returns to the Floating World $11, Unexplained Fevers $14, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter $14, and Field Guide to the End of the World $14.) Of course I will sign these as well if you like!
You can e-mail me at jeannine dot gailey at live dot com or just use the handy Paypal button below!
A Pushcart Nomination
I wanted to say thank you to Redactions and Tom Holmes for nominating a poem from my new manuscript-in-progress, “Self-Portrait as Appalachian Ballad,” for a Pushcart. I’ve been nominated before but never included in that sacred anthology, so hopefully I have better luck this year with this year’s judge. You can read “Self-Portrait as Appalachian Ballad” as well as Redactions’ other Pushcart nominated poems here.
Survival Skills for the Sick (Holiday Edition)
I surprised myself by decorating most of the weekend, getting Christmas cards, writing poetry, reading, and not doing all that much shopping. We had a relaxing Thanksgiving, just Glenn and I, not doing much, and that was maybe good for me. Usually I am type-A get-it-down-girl starting the day after Thanksgiving. But I had a crazy week last week with the doctors. dentists, which left me with a lot of vertigo and fatigue (apparently these are my big MS symptoms.) Those appointments are so stressful and it is so easy for someone (with any chronic health problem, not just MS) to let them take over their lives. I struggle with trying to protect myself and trying to have a balance between stressful/horrible things (unfortunately, we often can’t avoid the worst parts of life) and the joyful, affirming parts of life – being with people who bring out the best in me, spending time in nature or with art or music or animals. There’s something about health that doctors never touch on – the need to reaffirm within ourselves that besides the prescriptions, the onerous tests, the therapies and the medications, we need a reason to keep on living. We need to motivate ourselves that there is a reason to suffer through the rest of it. I have a lovely older friend who has had cancer a long time who has been such an inspiration to me, joyful, youthful and determined to enjoy her life. She told me that one of her secrets is to treat her body as a friend, not an enemy, and to schedule happy things before and after chemo treatments and surgeries. For her, having something to look forward to is as important to her treatment as the medical stuff.
Starting a new MS drug soon – Tecfidera – which has some scary side effects but hopefully will be effective in slowing down the inflammation and growing number of lesions in my brain – is an exercise, really, in hope. You hope the new drug will help, that the side effects won’t be too bad or keep you from living the rest of your life. Going to occupational, physical, and in my case, vestibular therapies are also exercises in hope – in hope that you will get better, feel better, regain some of your lost capacities. Hope is really an important component in the treatment of disease.
So I am wishing you, both my healthy friends and those who aren’t, hope and joy this holiday season. In the middle of the mayhem, be sure to pencil in a few hours of down time. Make your favorite dinner, or a batch of cookies, put on the music you like (I’ve been playing the Lumineers Cleopatra album and Aimee Mann’s Mental Illness, along with the cable Yule Log Christmas carols) whether it’s holiday-appropriate or not, watch a happy-making show or movie, talk to someone you like over the phone. Spend less time with the news. Read a few poems, write a few poems, get lost in a murder mystery or Paris memoir (two of my guilty pleasures). Don’t be so hard on yourself, your body, your ideas of what the holidays should be.
- Kitten Sylvia enjoying her phone time
- Glenn’s magical cranberry meringue pies
Creating a book manuscript, What to Do When the Lights Go Out, Managing the Holidays (with a chronic illness)
- At November 15, 2017
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Creating a new book manuscript
I’ve been working on a new book for the last year or two, sort of intermittently, but in the last few weeks, started give serious attention to organization, sectioning, working with different titles, and figuring out things like theme and length.
I used a Word cloud of my manuscript to help me brainstorm ideas for a title. I’ve had at least three over the last six months, which means I probably don’t have “the one” yet. I’ve just exchanged manuscripts with a friend at a similar place with her book and I am so grateful because you can only look at your own book for so long before your eyes crossed. I do all the things with her MS I do with my own – print it out, read it through to see what themes pop out at me and for possible titles, mess around with it on the floor to figure out alternate organization – it all requires real paper, I think. I am very lucky to have friends who are willing to trade manuscripts with me at this point in my life. And I’m trying to do my best – since I was too sick to do much writing or submitting and lost some time this year – to get the poems from this book out into the world. I’ve included a picture of my word cloud below! I have freelance work I could be doing, but it felt like I needed to spend some time in the rainy month of November doing some creative work that helps recharge me.
- The Word Cloud from my newest manuscript
- Hummingbird on my patio
- Glenn and I clowning around in an imaginary southwest
- deer visitor
- November sunrise
- Leaves before they’re gone
What to do when the lights go out
October was beautiful this year – we saw sunshine and the turning leaves, and often we don’t get much of a fall here in the northwest – but November has kind of been a jerk. The last ten days I’ve had three power outages, one of them ten hours long – long enough to ruin the food in the fridge, get the house cold, and generally make Glenn and I cranky. November in Seattle can often be a difficult month – SAD sinks in, the weather makes it unpleasant to even walk outside briefly (even more so in a wheelchair, which manages to get your whole body way wetter than walking,) and you need to do things to cheer yourself up if you’re going to remain sane.
Here are some pics of my deer and hummingbird visitors, a vivid November sunrise, our maple leaves before they were all swept to the ground in the most recent sudden rainstorm. Following the advice of longtime northwesterners, we’ve ordered a generator and a battery-powered lantern – my Kindle never works when our internet goes out, and I couldn’t read worth a darn with a candle or the led flashlights we had. This will help us survive the next power outage when it comes. But it brings me to the metaphor – what do you do to help light your life when the darkness seems oppressive?
Lately, my dabbling in art and my writing and reading has not quite been enough to keep from feeling tense and blue. The frequent doctor appointments and more dentists in my near future (I broke another tooth) – may not be adding to the usual November depression. Glenn took me out to see “Murder on the Orient Express,” the first movie we’d been out to in a while, and we also did some clowning around with some fake “southwest” scenery to warm us up at our local store, Molbak’s, during their art and wine night (which was so rainy and windy we could barely get through the doorway without being blown away). It’s hard sometimes when you’re not feeling your best and the weather’s unpleasant to push yourself into going out, seeing people, trying new activities – but it seems really important to maintaining sanity! I’m trying to get over a two-week cold so I can go socialize with some friends, too – another important aspect to keeping your cheer in the face of 4 PM darkness and time-change-and-power-outage-related crappy nights of sleep. I’m hoping to be well enough to get to some poetry readings soon, something to look forward to in between doctor’s and dentist’s offices and even more MRIs. Also, I need to remind myself the darkness in temporary – and the solstice is coming soon, and the days will start getting longer again.
Handling the Holidays When you have a chronic illness
It can be hard to make the holidays fun when you have a chronic illness or have a loved one with a chronic illness. If, like me, you have a weak immune system and manage to get pneumonia every time you fly, it means you might not be celebrating with your out-of-town family. It can also be hard to force cheer when dealing with your body’s little and big failures. I ordered holiday cards and was joking with Glenn about writing a holiday letter that captured my admittedly pretty crappy last year – “Hey, friends and family, the good news is I’m not dying of cancer. The bad news is, I’ve got multiple sclerosis. Happy holidays!” Just kidding, of course. Fake cheer is not good for the soul, but neither do you want to be a major bummer to your friends and family.
I think the key is, to moderate your expectations – maybe fewer activities, but doing the things that bring you the most joy – scheduling in visits with friends and family that make you feel happy, maybe including the rituals that are meaningful (putting up holiday lights, going to the holiday light shows – lights are a big thing for me!), but ditching others (Glenn and I will probably skip a fancy Thanksgiving dinner this year). One thing I wanted to do this year was show gratitude for the people who really showed up for me in my last year of health crises, friends who sent me flowers and cards and came to sit with me as I was recovering from my terrible MS episode in August and was stuck at home, barely able to move or eat. So I’m going to try to figure out a way to express love and gratitude this holiday season for the unexpected and generous actions from so many. I want to try to enjoy the season even if my body isn’t able to go out and do as much as I’d like or I have to give up on the notions of having picture-perfect holidays during a year where my doctors keep telling me how lucky I am to be walking on a cane four months after my severe flare. I’m encouraging Glenn to use some of his vacation days to do nothing related to holiday “chores,” just relaxing the way we want – no pressure. The days when we’re together with nothing scheduled can end up being the best days, a real luxury.
The Next Step in the MS Process, and Thoughts on Poetry Costs and Middle-Aged Poets
- At November 03, 2017
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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The Next Step in the MS Process
For those of you following my health journey, I thought I’d give an update. I met with a third neurologist this week and found that he was both “intrigued and concerned” by my case and was very knowledgeable about what was going on with me. The bad news was the brain damage from the new lesions was more extensive than I originally thought – and the doctor pointed out areas of damage versus areas of inflammation. The vertigo and nausea I have been experiencing, he thought, were definitely caused by a large dark lesion in the center of my brain stem. I have about sixteen lesions, clustered in a certain way that seems consistent with MS. The lesions were large and described as “angry.” One of the funnier things he said was ‘With this amount of brain damage, I’d expect your symptoms to be much worse.” So he was pleased with the progress I’d made since August, even though my walking still includes a lot of stumbling and shaking. He also showed me the pictures of a “typical MS” brain compared to my own – and they were almost identical. He thought the only testing needed was a few more blood tests and another MRI to get the MS treatment go ahead from the insurance – and I now have the official diagnosis of “CNS Demyelinating Disease” on my charts. Virginia Mason is also known to have some of the best vestibular physical therapy in town, even though this neurologist said the treatment is more successful with people whose lesions are outside the brain stem, not in the center of it, he was willing to write me a prescription to see if it helps. I was pleased with both the fact that he had researched my case and the specifics of my other conditions and seemed interested in talking to my other doctors, because that will be important when we start talking possible MS treatment options. We’re set to talk again before Thanksgiving.
And, my first official post as an MS-blogger is up at HealthCentral! On helping you understand your new MS diagnosis and the books I liked: https://www.healthcentral.com/article/books-for-ms-newly-diagnosed
- Snow this morning!
- Our front yard, autumn
- Autumn Leaves on Halloween
- Snow rose
Here are a few pics if you’re interested in what the Northwest looks like in fall. Pretty leaves – then – suprise – snow!
The other ideas that have been occupying my mind has been two discussions about poetry on Facebook.
Disappearing Midlife Poets
One was about midlife and mid-career poets being overlook and ignored. I wrote a little bit about this a few years ago, using Ellen Bass as a test case for this phenomenon in women (though the discussion on Facebook was started by a male poet, an old blogger friend who also happens to be a pretty good critic.) Here’s a link to the essay on The Rumpus in case you are interested:
http://therumpus.net/2016/01/the-amazing-disappearing-woman-writer-on-ellen-bass-and-how-to-avoid-a-disappearing-act/
There was some discussion about the sheer number of books being published, and the public’s obsession with the young and the new, the first book, and the scarcity of attention paid to poetry overall. As a poet with five books now, it does seem like it is hard to get attention when you’re not sparkly and new and sending around your first book. Especially if you don’t have a large press or amount of publicity behind your book. So it’s a question of why do you publish in the first place, and if you are comfortable with being read by a small number of people, and how hard you want to work to be heard in the crowded market.
How Much Should You Spend on Fees While Trying to Get Your Poetry Book Published?
The other conversation, which seems somehow related, was by a younger poet who was wondering if she was spending too much on first book contest fees and reading fees. It’s expensive! So it’s a good question. The truth is you can spend $1000 in a year easily if you’re not pretty picky about where you send your book. But the other truth is, you’re poetry is probably only a good fit for about a fourth of those markets. Traditional publishers and experimental publishers won’t like your work easily – and cutting-edge, youth-oriented publishers are looking for something different than Copper Canyon or Graywolf. My advice was to set a budget for yourself for the year, and try to include a mix of fee-based contests or open readings and places that allow you to query or send your manuscript for free, which will help your poetry dollar go farther. Also, be sure to do some research – like, at least looking at a book from the library from the presses you’re sending to. That will help ensure you’re sending to places you at least know you like. Also, send to places that have sent you notes or liked your work or made your MS a finalist in the past. (That’s for poets who’ve been at this for a while.) For the big contests, like Yale Younger or Walt Whitman, I certainly don’t have any winning tips, but I think you should at least try for them, because who knows? Those are really like the lottery. Also, in the meantime, build up your poetry audience by sending your individual poems out to lit mags and trying out your social media outlets – Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, etc. It’s never too early to think about how you’re going to help promote your book when it finally does come out.