Been feeling down because of the whole, general state-of-the-world problems – you know, problems I can’t fix or control, like terrorism and flying and war. I know some people are like, turn off the news, you’ll feel better, but I know the bad is still out there, waiting. I keep having dreams about going into politics.
I did manage to make it out to the reading at Hugo House to celebrate the latest issue of Cranky, a great local mag, very eclectic. Saw many friends briefly. And the next day my husband dragged me down to Pike Place market to get flowers and coffee and generally cheer up. And that helped. I wrote a poem afterwards, which broke my over-a-week-long no-poem-writing spell. The poem was about a fox goddess. Actually, she was originally a human figure, and the foxes were her messengers, but I guess some of her worshippers now consider the fox to be the representation of her. And I watched a show on foxes on Animal Planet afterwards. Then read more Japanese mythology. So it all worked out.
Have not been sending out submissions. Bad me. I have new poems stacking up with no places to go. Must write a blurb and a review and do more homework. Sorry that you have to witness my “to do” list – but if I don’t keep track here, I’ll probably forget!
Oh, August, when will you become September?