Holiday Happenings and Lights, New Book (and New Kitten), and the Big 50 on the Horizon…

Glenn and I with Carillon Point Holiday tree

Holiday Happenings and Lights

Still struggling to get out of the hole the MS mini-flare of last week put me in, but starting to feel more normal and ready to catch up on all the things I’m behind on (Manuscript reading? Holiday cards? AWP outline I’m supposed to turn in early January? Book promotion? Probably other things I’ve forgotten?)

This week, I got out a little bit to enjoy a little bit of holiday spirit, like these pictures on a rare sunny day in Kirkland, WA, where we got to watch the sunset. I’m missing my family, but I’ve gotten good phone visits in. I’m hoping to see some friends before the end of the year and do some holiday celebrating. I even got a nice poetry acceptance—possibly the last of the year.

Which leads me to the new things that are ahead….

New Book, New Kitten, and the Big 5-0 on the Horizon

See this post from BOA on Instagram? A reminder my new book, Flare, Corona is going to launch in just a few months! So, excitement is on the horizon, along with Seattle’s AWP, where I’ll be doing readings, signings, and two panels—hopefully not too much! But I am so looking forward to hanging out with writers again. I miss them! I am a social animal that’s been in isolation way too long. And speaking of animals…

Another new thing to look forward to? We’ve decided to adopt a new kitten. Since Shakespeare’s death, my husband and my other cat Sylvia have been a little mopey, and maybe me too. So we are going to introduce a new member to the family. I haven’t met her yet but I’m looking forward to it. Would you like a sneak peek? I won’t name her until I meet her, because personality always plays a part, you know? She’s supposed to come home with us Christmas Eve. Here she is:

New kitten

And, I have to admit, turning 50 at the end of April is weighing on me a bit too. Do I look old? Do I feel old? 50 seems like such a significant number, but my mother got her PhD after 50, and my middle brother got married for the first time after 50, so maybe it really is just the beginning of new things. I get the midlife crisis thing though; I have the urge to change things—move to Paris, become a blonde, or through caution to the wind and have a big party. (I probably will have a birthday party! Hopefully the triple-demic will be over by end of April…)

It’s Solstice season, and I’m thinking harder about my life, what I want to keep and what I want to let go, about my relationships too, with my family, with Glenn, with my friends, what I want n my life as a writer, how I can help my health, both mental and physical…envisioning what’s been problematic in the last few years (besides the pandemic), and how to envision a better, more satisfying life. I had a dream in which Santa (yep, that Santa) told me “You always plan for the worst. Why not plan for the best?” And for a minute, this familiar positivity mantra made sense to this admitted skeptic. I’m hoping that the year ahead will have positive things in it to surprise me, rather than negative things, but I have to admit it’s hard to be optimistic right now, especially after the last couple of weeks which have been pretty challenging physically and emotionally. I’m even trying to write different poetry, in a new voice, with a new energy than I’ve been working with the last few years. Wishing you as happy and bright a Solstice and Holiday season as possible.

AI Self-Portraits and When Robots Take Creative Jobs; When Things Aren’t Merry and Bright at the Holidays: MS Flares and More

AI Self-Portraits and Are the Robots Taking Creative Jobs?

Sure, they say robots are taking all the good jobs. I know I don’t want them taking over poetry. Now there are programs that take pictures of you and turn them into surreal portraiture, often with elements of the bizarre and disturbing. I still recommend buying your art from humans. But this was a fun way to spend an hour or two while I was sick in bed this week…Me as warrior elf, cosmic self, anime self, and flower fairy. I’ve only ever had one artist attempt to do a portrait of me, and it was better than the AI. I also worry about feeding your face to some nameless AI program, and now the TSA wants face scans too? In most of the AI pics, they seem to get my ethnicity wrong (can you guess how?), and I end up pretty unrecognizable—just like my fingerprints (which the TSA couldn’t read despite repeat tries when I got my TSA Precheck in a moment of optimism some years ago.) Maybe I am actually an AI-thwarting ghost. Anyway, an interesting experiment, and as someone who’s been talking to AI programs since she was a kid (hi, ELIZA!) I’m interested in how they’re getting smarter, and also not any smarter. (Still: #payrealhumanartistsfortheirwork)

Downy woodpecker in cherry

When Things Aren’t Merry and Bright at the Holidays

Hello my friends! Usually, we sing and talk about an idealized holiday season, but it’s not always great, especially not the last few years. I know lots of friends struggling with families full of flu, another round of covid, relatives in the hospital, or dealing with seasonal depression and anxiety. It’s been colder than usual here and wet so it hasn’t seemed bright in the Northwest at all. No full moons, no stars, not even driving around to see the lights, as is our usual custom this time of year.

As for me, I’ve been struck with the first bad MS flare I’ve had in a long time. I’ve barely been able to get out of bed, slammed with fatigue, vertigo when I try to move, nausea, and nerve pain. I had to cancel everything this week (and this weekend) and just stay in bed (doctor’s literal orders). I’ve been prescribed meds, and now just have to wait for the spinning, weakness and fatigue to subside. There’s really nothing else you can do. I know a lot of people are in the same situation as me, feeling frustrated than things aren’t as merry and bright as we think they should be.

I’d been planning to get Christmas cards written, gifts bought, manuscripts read (for the manuscript contest I’m reading for this year), and trying to get an AWP panel outline ready. Unfortunately, none of those things happened. Writing and submitting? No. And sometimes, you have to let that be okay.

I have friends who are struggling, and I struggle to give them the encouragement and cheer they need. Charities need more money as layoffs proliferate in our area. If you believe in the original Christmas story, it was really about two poor kids who couldn’t find food and shelter during a winter in a strange town, a baby born among people who didn’t care enough to make sure he was born safely, who had nothing. It’s a reminder to take care of each other in a world than can seem cruel, cold, and uncaring, especially to the unhomed, the unwealthy, the unpowerful.

So if your holiday isn’t going exactly as you planned, you’re not alone. Be kind to yourself. Not everything is within our control, and the holidays can bring up extra family stress and expectations that can’t possibly be met. Do the things that feel important to you, like watching your favorite holiday movies (whether that’s the extended Lord of the Rings series or Shop Around the Corner or the Holiday), maybe eating the way you want for a change, and cancelling the things that aren’t really actually necessary. “Christmas magic” often falls disproportionately on women’s – often mothers’ – shoulders. But maybe it’s okay to have a little less magic, and a little more mental health.

Sometimes family can have unrealistic expectations for those of us with disabilities and chronic illness. We’re not able to fly out across country during a plague or visit when others are sick. When siblings/parents/extended family/friends ask why we didn’t make the trip, they don’t really care to know the answer, or the difficulties of living with food allergies, disabilities AND a crap immune system (insert your own things here). You should not accept any guilt trips of this kind, especially when you’re struggling just to stay alive and awake, barely able to do the bare minimum of showering, eating, or even reading a book. That’s the privilege of ableism; people who don’t have these problems don’t have to think about them, and definitely don’t think about how other people with these problems have to navigate a world that’s not built for wheelchairs, chronic illness, or the burden of ten doctors’ appointments a week. Stress can and does make people with immune system problems sick; the best thing you can do for yourself is not let yourself get stressed out about the expectations of others. (And if you’re lucky enough to be abled? Please don’t hassle people who aren’t, especially this time of year.)

This season, a season we do try to celebrate in the darkest coldest part of the year, is also a season we need to survive the best we can. And cut others a break as well—they could probably use it and some extra kindness too.  So, maybe this isn’t yet the best year for a big family reunion or extra big party with friends, with so many hospitals overtaxed with the pandemic, a terrible flu year, and worse RSV than usual too. Maybe it’s okay to be quiet this time of year, to sleep an extra amount, to take the time you need to heal and recover from whatever it is you have to real and recover from. Like I said, it’s been a tough few years, and though I’m optimistic things will get better, no scientist or specialist has been able to give me a timetable for when exactly that will be. As an SNL skit said last night, “Covid never left, and also it’s back?”

I just want to send those of you struggling a hug of understanding and support. I’m a type-A control freak who wants to overperform but whose body sometimes throws a few curves in the way of plans. But you know what? Sometimes we have to let go and be okay with not being okay. And those of you having a great time? Just remember that those around might need a little extra love. Wishing you a happy holiday season (but it’s also okay if you’re not.)

First Snow (with Power Outages, Haircuts and Holiday Things), Pushcart Nominations, Notes from a Manuscript Reader

Male Great Northern Flicker in snowy flower box

First Snow in Seattle (with Power Outages, Haircuts and Holiday Things)

Well, Seattle had a series of snowstorms, below freezing temperatures, and a bunch of power outages this week—early winter after a late fall. After the first snow, we lost power at our house for seven hours, and I know people who had it out longer. So, the romance of the first snow, and the inconvenience and stress (and cold!) of the power outage go hand in hand. We tried to keep our wild birds alive (you’ll see a lot of bird pictures this week). The snow prevented me from attending several medical appointments downtown, but you know what? I was sick of doctor appointments anyway. I’m taking a break…at least until next week.

Because of the Evusheld shots I had a few weeks ago, I felt a little more courageous about going out in public than I might have otherwise. Of course, it doesn’t protect me and my weak immune system from flu and RSV and even some covid variants, but it’s better than nothing, so I did a couple of holiday traditions—Glenn and I both got haircuts, we checked out Redmond’s night of lights, and went to Willows Lodge to see their holiday decorations, listen to live music and have boozy coffees and cocktails. When you think about it, for those of us with immune problems, this is really our third holiday season with covid. I thought this thing would last max two years—and I keep saying it’s got to be almost over. I don’t know how stressful going to AWP will be. Maybe by then things will be better?

Anna’s hummingbird on twinkle lights

Pushcart Nominations (May the Odds Be Ever in Our Favor)

After a week of rejection last week, this week I had two poems nominated for the Pushcart Prize—Bourgeon nominated “A Woman Turns Fifty with Cherry Blossoms” and Jet Fuel Review nominated “In a Plague Year, I Find Foxes.” The odds of actually getting in the Pushcart anthology in any year—no matter how many times I’ve been nominated—are very small, but it’s still a nice nod from the editors.

Here’s a look at one of the poems itself, from Jet Fuel Review’s Spring issue (It will also appear in my upcoming book, Flare, Corona):

From Jet Fuel Review

Red finch on cherry branch

Notes from a Manuscript Reader

As it is poetry manuscript contest season, and I’m once again finding myself reading manuscripts, I thought I’d offer some “notes from a manuscript reader.” These are all just my opinions, and your mileage may vary.

1. If you’ve never heard this before, make sure your first five poems are doing a lot of heavy lifting for the book—and then the last final poems. Because you know what? Tired and (mostly) unpaid readers are probably not going to sift through every single poem unless you’ve already hooked them.
2. This is for contests that allow acknowledgements (some do not, so just ignore this if that is the case.) Do acknowledgements matter? Well, if you have none, it might. I think if you haven’t done the work of submitting individual poems for publication, you’re probably not ready for the work of publishing and publicizing a book. I don’t really pay attention to number or the names of the publications, but having none or only one or two acknowledgements kind of puts you in the danger zone. Now, if I still loved the poetry, I might still put it through. Just know that getting individual poems published shows you’re trying, you’re part of the literary world, and you’re trying to build an audience—all things I’d care about as a publisher, and as an extension, a reader.
3. For books leaning heavily on one historical period or incident—this can work for or against you. I’ve read terrific books done in this way, but also a lot of boring ones. If you choose this route, make sure you vary voices, styles, and forms to keep the reader’s interest.
4. There is a weird sameness of tone in the manuscripts I’ve read this year—and granted, it’s just a portion of submissions from one publisher—but there’s a monotone in the manuscripts. They’re not poorly written, but they lack emotion, power, passion. I wonder if this is possibly the effect of pandemic fatigue—it’s flattened out our voices, our writing? Anyway, don’t be afraid to be a little weird, out there, or show you care about something or someone. It’ll likely jolt the readers – which is usually a good thing.
5. Good titles never hurt you. Once again, don’t be afraid to be a little weird.

I hope this was helpful! (And not too cranky! Anyway, as I said, this is just one person’s opinion.)

To leave you, this picture of Sylvia in her holiday tree cat bed, with snowy background. Wishing you as happy, safe, and healthy a December as possible.

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend, Family Visits, A New Poem in Prairie Schooner “The Girl Detective,” and Doctor’s Orders to Relax

Glenn, me, my brother Mike and his wife Loree with our Christmas tree

Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving Long Weekend, Quirky Reads and Family Visits

Did you have a good Thanksgiving weekend? I hope so. We stayed pretty low-key, decorated the house for Christmas, and saw my little brother and his wife for a holiday visit and a winery tour. So we took them to Chateau St Michelle to see the lights and J. Bookwalters for a wine tasting (where my book club meets.) We still have leftovers somehow, though the pumpkin flan and duck with pomegranate disappeared. We had an early present exchange since they’re going to Ohio for Christmas to see the larger family. Glenn and I still aren’t traveling due to covid (and everything else goin around right now) plus my torn MCL keeps me from trucking around much, so it was nice to see some family on the weekend. We also zoomed with our parents and talked to all our brothers. Lots of flu, covid, and other ick going around in the family, so probably best we’re staying home.

I read a lovely new book of poetry from a poet I’d never heard of, Adrienne Raphel’s Our Dark Academia. Raphel has a great resume – MFA from Iowa, a lectureship at Princeton, published in Paris Review, Poetry, all the big names – but this was a fairly small press, Rescue Press. One reason could be some of the poems were a bit untraditional – one was in the form of a Wikipedia entry, another in the form of a crossword puzzle, another was paper dolls – but I found myself enjoying the poetry and the quirky forms. The reason to shop at in-person bookstores is to find little treasures like these on the shelves. This one was thanks to my visit to Open Books last week.

Sylvia poses with the new issue of Prairie Schooner

A New Poem in the new issue of Prairie Schooner – “The Girl Detective”

A happy surprise in the mail Friday were my contributor’s copies of the new issue of Prairie Schooner – listed as “Winter 2021” despite the fact that in fact it is Winter 2022 – and my poem “The Girl Detective” is in good company with poets like Ellen Bass, Alicia Ostriker, and Denise Duhamel. This poem isn’t in Flare, Corona, but belongs to another book, Fireproof, that I’m working on.

A sneak peek at the poem below. I hope you enjoy it!

Glenn and I on Thanksgiving with our Christmas tree

Doctor’s Orders to Relax – and How That’s Going

So, I was literally told by my MS doctor after a very stressful month that involved injuries, MS symptom flare-ups, losing a beloved kitty, and eighteen separate doctor appointments – that stress, anxiety and the lack of sleep that go with them are the enemies of MS. They can make neurological pain and symptoms like tremor and swallowing problems and vertigo worse. So I was told to find some time and make it a priority to relax. Easy to say, not so easy to do, is it?

Nevertheless, I followed instructions given by my therapist – watch funny movies (The Holiday, The Thin Man, Guardians of the Galaxy holiday special – check,) listen to music you like, and read (see above.) I spent a little time with Glenn walking around Woodinville – we walked around apple trees in the cold and visited Chateau St Michelle to pick up a bottle of Thanksgiving wine and admire their lights. I tried breathing and meditation apps, birdwatching, and observing a few sunsets. But it’s tough to unwind yourself from a period of intense stress, isn’t it? It’s not enough to say “well, I won’t stress out about anything” – because rarely does life give you a stress-free day, even. It may give you welcome sunlight in a week of rain, or a beautiful November sunset, or even just a moment to kick leaves around or watch a candle burn. If you have any more advice on how to lower stress and anxiety, I’m open to more suggestions! I have a stressful dental appointment, a downtown cancer center blood draw, and more painful PT on my knee this upcoming week, so I’ll probably need it. I’ll check in with you all next week – and who knows if Twitter will even be there?

November Sunshine in the Pacific Northwest, Final Copyedits of Flare, Corona (and E-galleys available for review!), Twitter Meltdowns, Trips to Open Books and Roq La Rue, and Pushcart Noms/Rejections and Trying to Get in the Holiday Spirit Despite(?)

Me at the Bellevue Botanical Garden, Red maple, red hat

November Sunshine in the Pacific Northwest, Looking Forward to Holiday Cheer?

It’s been strangely cold and sunny here in the Northwest. With my torn MCL knee problems, I couldn’t get out and enjoy it as much as usual, but we were determined to have a better week than last week, so we still made a (mostly wheelchair) trip to Bellevue Botanical Gardens, where the leaves were turning to pretty spectacular effect. We also visited my favorite art gallery, Roq La Rue, to see their group show, “Tiny Ghosts,” and stopped at Open Books and bought way too many books. I also has one of the poems from the upcoming book, “When I Try to Write an Elegy,” nominated for a Pushcart Prize. (Thanks Redactions!)

The bad news for this week was a bunch of normal rejections, an NEA rejection, and a fairly scary appointment with my liver doctor about my liver tumors (bad enough for me to seek a second opinion and a new doctor, to be honest). But spending time outdoors in the sun, at my fave local bookstore and, with some inspiring art, was definitely healing. The holidays are coming, and hopefully more cheer as well.

Roq La Rue “Tiny Ghosts” show and Open Books Visit

Molly Devlin “Feral Wraith” acrylic on birch

We drove to downtown to visit our favorite Seattle art gallery to see their most recent group show, “Tiny Ghosts.” Many of the works were funny and playful in a gothic way. There were also some wonderful glass and ceramic cast sculptures.

This painting to the left particularly spoke to us having just lost our dear Shakespeare last week, but Roq La Rue’s entire show is worth seeing—up through Thanksgiving!

Besides taking in some new art, we stopped at the new Pioneer Square location of Open Books, talked books with Billie, browsed around, and ended up bringing home way too many books. New books by Stephanie Burt and Saeed Jones, as well as intriguing titles by Keith S. Wilson, Adreienne Raphael, Lucille Lang Day, and more. Do you want evidence?

Here is Sylvia with my book haul, in two poses (pawses?):

Final Edits of Flare, Corona and Sending Out E-Galleys for Review (and Twitter Flameouts)

So, this weekend, I am working on final edits of Flare, Corona for BOA – including updating last-minute acknowledgements, deciding on spelling conventions for words that I apparently don’t write twice the same way, and keeping an eye out for wayward commas, and I’m also sending out e-galleys of Flare, Corona to people who might be interested in reviewing it. If you are interested in reviewing it, in a Zoom class visit, or book club inclusion, please e-mail me at jeannine dot gailey at gmail dot com and I will send you a copy!

I’m monitoring the somewhat sad situation at Twitter. If I had 44 billion dollars, I think I’d do a better job of managing the product instead of destroying it, but Elon Musk is a really bad manager with a lot of money willing to hurt others in the process of getting his own way (toxic misogyny writ large, I’m afraid) and I’m sad because I’ve built relationships with not just the poetry community but disability Twitter and even fellow cat and flower lovers and I hate that a spoiled billionaire can make everything crumble in a few days that I’ve built for years. On the other hand, it makes you rethink your whole relationship with social media. For writers it’s essential to connect with audiences—and for a long time, Twitter was the place to connect with Millennial friends, writers, and readers. (Facebook was for older folks, and Instagram was for younger—or at least that was the received wisdom. TikTok is rising fast but not sure if I want to join—same with Mastadon, which seems clunky and confusing.)

In our front yard

Trying to Get into the Holiday Spirit (2022 Edition)

So, it’s that time of year again, and I’m doing my best (despite all the setbacks, injuries, and sadnesses of the last two weeks) to get into the holiday spirit. We’ve put up lights, put up the tree and started listening to Christmas music in the background. I’ve even finished most of my Christmas shopping. We’re doing a little Thanksgiving open house with my little brother and sister-in-law, and doing some low-key friend celebratory things in December, and that’s our plan. Still no travel for us, which is hard, but we’re trying not to tempt fate and given the knee injury probably better to stay unambitious. The sunlight has helped allay some of the usual SAD, and even though it’s been cold, I appreciate the extra light – especially now that it gets dark at 4 PM (curse you Standard time!)

Has it been hard or easy to be in the holiday spirit (whatever you celebrate) this year? Easier or harder than last year? I think the pandemic has dragged on so long for those of us who are immune-compromised, I’ve lost at least two or three family friends (parents of friends, some of them very dear) and even the stores don’t quite seem to have recovered their holiday lustre. Here in Seattle we are a little rumpled by rounds of tech layoffs, not just Twitter, but Meta, Amazon, Zillow, even Microsoft. I hope to spend a quiet month or two getting better, spending time with people I love, and doing a few things around town that I really love – like seeing the local holiday lights. Am wishing you a wonderful holiday season, as good as it could possibly be. I hope you get some down time and time with loved ones. Happy Thanksgiving!

Good News, Bad News November: AWP Featuring My Panel, Losing Our Beloved Shakespeare, A Lunar Eclipse, Sprained Knee and a Monoclonal Antibody Shot, A Holiday Visit to Molbaks, and a New Poem in the West Trestle Review

Good News, Bad News November: AWP, Beloved Cats, Lunar Eclipses, Poems, and More

It’s November, and it seems that often this time of year good news and bad news comes together. Sharing a bit of good news, AWP decided to feature the panel I submitted on writing disability and chronic illness, so that’s very exciting news, and I’m extra happy for my panelists.

On the sad news, we lost our beloved 16-year-old Shakespeare this week. He has lost half his body weight in six months and was failing to hold down water, so we had a vet to the house and said goodbye to him there. It was incredibly sad, more than I ever expect (why is that the case?) Glenn took it very hard.

And then this week a lot of weird body stuff (along with a full lunar eclipse)—a first-time ever torn knee MCL, and I have to rest that for a month—on the way to get physical therapy for my knee, I got a concussion and spent election night in the ER watching the results, and then today received my hard-fought Evushield injections—preventative monoclonal antibodies. It’s not as effective as it was on earlier versions of Omicron, but it should provide more protection than just my J&J vaccine would have and lasts six months. Glenn got his bivalent Omicron shot at the same time. Hopefully we will continue to stay covid-free throughout the next six months, through AWP and my birthday and books launch? To be fair, I usually have really bad luck during eclipses, and this was no exception. Better luck next week?

AWP Features the event: Mutant, Monster, Myself: Writing the Disabled/Chronically Ill Body

I couldn’t believe it when I got the news that AWP wanted to feature the panel I’d submitted it seems just a few months ago. I was especially glad because it will have ASL translation and livestreaming, as well as being in a ballroom at the convention center, so it should be accessible to more people. And the panelists are all people I would want to hang out with under any circumstances, so I feel very lucky. And since my book is debuting at AWP, it seems like great timing. I’m really hoping to see some writer friends at this upcoming AWP – the last one I went to was in Portland!

Shakespeare as a kitten in a Halloween candy bowl

Saying Goodbye to Shakespeare

It was very hard saying goodbye to this little guy who’s been our companion for 16 years. We got him while I was touring for my first book! I wish he had been able to stay with us through this sixth book. Glenn took it very hard as Shakespeare was especially attached to Glenn, and followed him around the house. He was friendly and cuddly and just an all-around good cat. We’ll miss you, Scrummy.

Three more pictures of him—in 2016, in happier times, as Santa cat, with Sylvia, and as a kitten on my printer.

A New Poem, “In a Plague Year, a Glass Baby Grows Inside,” in West Trestle Review

“In a Plague Year, a Glass Baby Grows Inside” appears in the current issue of West Trestle Review, and appropriately enough, is accompanied by cat-themed art. Check out the whole issue. And a sneak peek below:

Glenn and I at Molbaks with poinsettia tree

Finally, a Holiday Outing to Molbaks, A Lunar Eclipse, a Sprained Knee, a Concussion, and Evushield

See, look at us? That was earlier in this week, at a Molbaks holiday party, blissfully unaware yet of what awaited us later in the week! But at least we had fun for a few hours and were reminded that it is the holidays and there are good things to celebrate.

Lunar eclipses rarely spell good news for me—in fact, they usually include a trip to the ER—and this year’s was no exception. The night of the Molbak’s party was also a huge windstorm that knocked out power for a lot of people, including a lot of my friends and my little brother, and I had my first “old age” injury—a torn MCL ligament on my knee from…I don’t know, walking around in flats? Using my exercise bike? Still not sure but seems like one of those “age-related” or maybe “hyperflexibility” injuries that take a quick moment of barely anything to happen and ages to heal. To add insult to injury, I got a concussion getting into my physical therapy building (not at all an accessible building, of course—why??) and ended up getting a CT at the ER and being diagnosed with a simple concussion and instruction to wake up every two hours to make sure I was okay.

Today I woke to an 8 AM virtual doctor’s appointment, and then a 2 PM Evushield appoint. Evushield is a preventative covid treatment for people with allergies to the covid vaccines who have immune system issues. I was the very last Evushield patient at UW to receive the treatment, even though I had been approved for the treatment in June. So hard to get ahold of, and is a little less effective than it was six months ago, but hopefully will provide a little more protection for me for the next six months. I am thankful Glenn also got his Omicron covid booster with me. I expect to be a little down, sore, and achy for a day, a small price to pay to avoid covid. I found out Evushield is just now making its way to my friends in England, for a price: $1200. So I feel lucky to be able to get it at all.

Anyway, here are a few happier scenes to send you into the rest of November. Wishing you a happy holiday season, a balance of good to conquer the bad. I’m going to try to have a happy, illness-and-injury free weekend, and wishing you the same!

Cover Reveal and Pre-Order Page for Flare, Corona, a New Poem in The Indianapolis Review, Welcome to the Big Dark: November, Twitter, Voting, Book Club

Cover Reveal for Flare, Corona (and Pre-Order Page is Up!)

I am so excited to finally reveal the cover of the upcoming Flare, Corona officially! Here it is! I am posting this a little earlier in the week than I usually do, but I thought I had enough news to justify it…

Designed by Sandy Knight at BOA Editions, the cover art is meant to suggest both an eclipse, a solar flare with corona, and the neurons that are attacked and inflamed during an MS flare. This was a harder cover than usual to think about in terms of design. There’s a lot of solar weather in there, I wanted the idea of the neurons, I thought about adding other things from the natural world. But in the end, this simple, striking design won out. As you may notice, the web site looks a little different too!

And here we have the official pre-order page from BOA Editions. The book will be out in spring 2023. Pre-orders really help gauge the size of the print run, generally, so each one is a help! Thank you in advance! I am so excited to be at Seattle’s AWP in person (hopefully protected by a new infusion called Evushield which supposedly protects the immune-suppressed for up to six months) and sign books (and hug people again).

A New Poem in the Indianapolis Review

I’m also pleased to share a new poem in the current issue of The Indianapolis Review, “Self-Portrait at Midlife as Horror Story.” A sneak peek at the poem below. This whole issue is terrific, and not just because it has a bunch of my poet friends in it! (Hi, Martha Silano, Emily Perez, Luke Johnson, Donna Vorreyer!)

Happy November, Voting, Twitter Thoughts, and More

It’s November, which is Seattle means the beginning of the long dark—after the time change, it will get dark—if it ever gets light enough with the rain—at 4 PM. It can be a tough time of year for a lot of people—the holidays, voting, Twitter being taken over by billionaires because they’re cranky someone didn’t let them tweet a conspiracy theory or something racist. Hey, I am with you. Washington State has a very close race between an anti-abortion Trumper named Tiffani Smiley and Patti Murray. I hope everyone gets out and votes. So much angst in the air right now. Antonio Gramsci’s quote, “The old world is dying and the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters” seems apropos. Poetry prompt? Is now the time of monsters?

I had a great time on the Halloween podcast with Rattle—if you want to catch it, I think you can still watch it here on YouTube. It starts at about minute ten. Spooky poetry, PR for Poets, poems from the new book, and various side discussions in which I get pretty silly.

As for Twitter, I’m not leaving yet, but not because I’m such a fan of Elon—after all, I’m still on Facebook, and that’s not exactly run by a saint. But I’ll monitor how things go. So far, my Twitter feed looks pretty much the same, except a little smaller, but I mostly follow poets, mute anything even slightly likely to bring out trolls, and only go about once a day. I started Twitter for the same reason I started on Instagram—reluctantly, but because my poet friends were there. I’ll probably stay until that ceases to be the case. I can only hope we move from Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter onto some better online networks eventually.

I got good news on one of my health scares from the last post—so far, they don’t think my thyroid tumor looks like cancer, so just monitoring it for the time being. And I’m possibly finally going to get the Evushield I was approved for months ago? I’m allergic to a preservative they use in the MRNA shots, and the J&J shot caused some other side effects, so Evushield would be my safety—and I’d finally be able to socialize, go to museums and shops, you know, participate in the world without as much fear. (I just got over a virus that was not flu or covid, and it was still pretty vicious, so, you know, I still have to be pretty cautious. No licking strangers for me!) This month is a bear, full of specialists discussing scary topics (possible liver cancer and biopsy, my bleeding disorder, etc), so I’ve got to schedule in some fun too. This is an important survival skill for the chronically ill/disabled, because it’s very easy for your whole life to be about blood draws and waiting rooms and grim-faced doctors who you have to tell your story to for the 4,000th time. You’ve got to schedule a little fun in between.

Oh, one thing I am looking forward to the next book club at Woodinville’s J. Bookwalter’s Winery on Nov 9th at 6 PM. Ward off those cold chills with wine and book talk! We’ll be discussing Melissa Studdard’s funny, sassy, moving book of poetry, Dear Selection Committee. We will probably be meeting inside, so mask to your comfort, and I will be bringing an air purifier with me!

Happy Halloween, Spooky Poetry RattleCast This Sunday, More Health Scares, and A New Blurb for Flare, Corona

Happy Halloween! Scary Poetry, Podcasts, and Health Stuff

Wishing you all a happy Halloween! Tomorrow is supposed to be drenched in rain, so we visited the pumpkin farm for the last time today. Glenn wore a raven, I wore a witch’s hat, you know, the same old. Our house has an appropriate number of pumpkins, we have plenty of candy for trick or treaters who brave the rain, and we have plenty of reading material to enjoy during a rainy Halloween.

I have some poems coming out online soon to share and a spooky poetry podcast tomorrow, and I’ve had a bit of a health scare (at least it’s scary at the appropriate time of year!)

I’ll be reading some poems from the new book for the first time and some poems from Flare, Corona. I’m so appreciate of Rattle for giving me the opportunity! I’m also getting ready for our Read Between the Wines book club meeting on November 9 at J. Bookwalter winery, where we’ll be discussing poetry! This time, Melissa Studdard’s Dear Selection Committee, which I think is a great book for introducing people who might not usually read poetry to some fun, sexy, satirical poems.

Herbfarm decor

Spooky Poetry – I’m featured on Rattle’s Podcast This Sunday, 5 PM Pacific/8 Eastern

I’ll be reading on the RattleCast live this Sunday at 5 PM Pacific- this is the YouTube live link and there’s an open mic after if you want to join in – and I’ll be reading a Halloween-appropriate few poems from Field Guide to the End of the World and a few from the upcoming Flare, Corona, as well as making some reading recommendations. Hope to see you there!

It will also be archived at this link: Rattlecast | Rattle: Poetry

Hope to see you there! Woooooooo – spooky!

Apple Tree, Woodinville

More Health Scares

Among more normal Halloween activities, I’ve also had a bit of a health scare – my thyroid, this time. Think good thoughts for me. They’re also informing me about an updated scan of my liver tumors, which have been increasing in number over the last few years. All my scary doctor appointments are in November, for some reason – 10 doctor appointments, all important, all un-reschedulable, in November. Not my idea of a good time. So, if I’m behind on something or don’t get back to you as fast as usual, you’ll know why. I’ll be trying to counter the stress of all these doctor’s appointments with some fun November things – maybe a zoo visit (the holiday lights start fairly early), or the Bellevue Botanical Gardens, or Japanese Gardens – all weather dependent, of course. And I have the book club to look forward to! And maybe a new book cover reveal next week!

Fox statue, Redmond

More blurbs!

Did I mention I’m showing a new blurb for Flare, Corona, this time from another poetry superhero, Dana Levin, truly a dream blurber of mine!

Some Good News from AWP, A Quote in Poets & Writers, Blurbs for Flare, Corona, and Visiting with Writer Friends as Smoke Season Turns to Rain Season

Red sunflowers, last week of sun in October

A Week of Smoke, Good Poetry News, and Visits with Poet Friends

It’s been a week! We were mostly trapped indoors by smoke—except for a brief window where I saw poet friend Martha Silano and we went to our local pumpkin farm. I even had to cancel our wine book club due to dangerous air—over 300 AQI, which was disappointing.  Yesterday, we finally got some long-needed rain—which is supposed to last every day ’til past Halloween. Ah, smoke season turning to rain season. But it is nice to be able to breathe outside again!

I had some good news from AWP, then an unexpected appearance in the latest issue of Poets & Writers—both of which were a much-appreciated mood lift. I’m also starting to post blurbs for Flare, Corona, as a prelude to the cover reveal. This book is starting to feel real!

Martha and I with pumpkin and fox

Visits with Poet Friends—Martha Silano and Pumpkin Farms

I was very fortunate to see my poet friend Martha for short visit last Sunday, during which time the wind blew miraculously through in the right direction to give us three hours of relatively clean air—which we took advantage of by going to the local pumpkin farm. It was 85 degrees! Today our high was around 50. Talk about abrupt season changes.

We talked about the Skagit poetry festival, about submitting and rejection, and I spilled about my anxieties about my upcoming book. I am so lucky to have friends with whom I can share these kinds of things. It’s been fairly isolating during the pandemic, and so I appreciate these safe (as can be) in-person visits more than I can say.

Blurbs for Flare, Corona

So, I’m posting a few blurbs for Flare, Corona, this one from wonderful poet Beth Ann Fennelly. It literally brought tears to my eyes, when I first read it.

A Little Appearance in Poets & Writers

I received my issue of the new November/December Poets & Writers and was reading through it when I was surprised to see my name, and a call-out to PR for Poets, in an article by Nancy Reddy on Indie Publicists and Small Press Authors. A big thank you to Nancy and P&W! I wish I’d had this article when my very first book came out!

A Little After Rain Pumpkin Farm Visit to Close the Week

After today’s rain, we had a sunbreak, so since the JB Pumpkin Farm closes after Halloween, we decided to give it one more visit. It was muddier than the last time—and chillier—as you can see by me having to put on a fuzzy sweater later in the visit. Tramping around in the fresh air was great, after yesterday’s deluge and the week of staying indoors because of the hazardous air conditions, and we brought home a huge green pumpkin to add to our doorstep (we’ve got quite a collection now). Some of the sunflowers had been knocked down by yesterday and today’s wind and rain, which was sad, and my own garden today was covered in petals from our last flowers.

It’s truly turning—I don’t know if it feels like fall, it feels like we went straight from a hot, smoky summer to winter-time temperatures and rain, which is a shame. Winter means more writing, of course. But less time in the garden with flowers and birds.

So, we’re saying goodbye, finally, to smoke and fire, to over 80° temperatures, and welcoming in the rain and the cold, and occasionally putting on pumpkin sweaters. I’m so excited about some AWP news that I can’t quite share yet, and there’s more news about Flare, Corona coming soon.

And I’m doing a podcast – the “Rattlecast” on Sunday, October 30th, 8pm Eastern Time: Jeannine Hall Gailey I’ll be talking, appropriately enough, about spooky poetry, and reading a few spooky poems from Field Guide to the End of the World and the new book, Flare, Corona. So tune in if you want a sneak listen to my new book’s poems.

More On Skagit Poetry Festival, Pumpkin Farm Visits, Poetry Business for the New Book and the Smoke in October

More on the Skagit Poetry Festival and La Conner

I promised more last week on the Skagit Poetry Festival and our trip up to La Conner. On the second day of the festival, I got to see a terrific panel with Washington State’s current and former Poet Laureates, which was one of my favorite readings of the festival, and an evening with Terrance Hayes and Jane Hirshfield, who were both great. I also got a close encounter with a great blue heron (but missed my usual seals and otters) and enjoyed the sunny skies and relatively clean air. But by the end of the festival, I was exhausted, and there were a couple of people I talked with that ended up getting covid at the festival. A reminder to wear our masks indoors, still. Sigh. I took tests at 3 and 5 days after the exposure, but ended up fine, relief. But it was certainly a wake-up call for those people who keep saying the pandemic is “over.” Over for whom? Not for me or the folks who got covid, I guess. Did I have enough fun to make the risk worth it? I think so! It was really good to see some friends and get updates on their lives, get their newest books, and just talk writing with writers. We ended up driving home after the last reading and arrived home at about 1 AM and crashed the next day. With MS, you cannot go and go—you do have to eventually rest!

On our second day of the festival, I also made sure to spend extra time at one of my favorite La Conner things, the Museum of Northwest Art, and enjoyed some paintings, including several portraits of Frida Kahlo. So below: me with painting, me with Washington State Poet Laureate Rena Priest, Great Blue Heron, and Glenn and I with a bird sculpture.

A Visit to Bob’s Corn and Pumpkin Farm on Our One Smoke-Free Day This Week

We had one day this week back in Woodinville that was smoke-clear enough to go outside, and that was Tuesday, so we went and visited Bob’s Corn and Pumpkin Farm, a twenty-minute drive out into the country near Maltby that was totally worth it. I got to talk to a microbiologist who was working one of the kid’s games—it always amazes me how many biologists and engineers are working on farms now! We came home with corn, honeycrisp and pizazz apples, and great pickles and preserves. It was so nice to spend time outside, but it was almost TOO warm and sunny— tomorrow it’s supposed to be in the 80s—in October! And still no rain! It’s a weird year. The smoke —which seems ever-present with only brief breaks and no rain—can make you feel even more trapped than covid—because you can’t even go outside to walk around to burn off your energy. I hate it. Hey, I didn’t move to the Pacific Northwest to be trapped indoors by wildfire smoke all September and October!

WordCloud for Flare, Corona

Poetry Business and the New Book

So, this week was busy in terms of planning for the new book, Flare, Corona, which will be out at AWP but whose official launch date is May 2023. BOA Editions had a meeting set up with me and the production and marketing team (!!)—something I haven’t had at other publishers—so we talked galleys, ARCs, dates, the cover, the blurbs, everything.

I realized how much work you can do on a book six months in advance—but the nice thing is, this time I’m not doing all the work by myself. It’s a nice feeling to have support!

Given that I might be a little more disabled and chronically ill than I was at the last book launch, I’m considering hiring some help to do more of the PR. I had an intern for my last book, PR for Poets, and it really helped with some of the detail-oriented work I probably wouldn’t have gotten to without her. This time I’m considering hiring a PR professional to do things that might slip between the cracks otherwise and to help set up Pacific Northwest events. Have any of you done this?

Smoke-filled sunrise

It’s surprising how many of the top poets we all know the names of are hiring PR representation, but not really talking about it. I don’t know why this is, or if there feels like there’s a stigma? I have noticed that people don’t like to admit that they do any marketing for any kind of books, even though you absolutely have to do some amount of hustle, no matter what genre or subject, to get any book a decent audience. It’s why I wrote PR for Poets in the first place—to give people an understanding of how a book gets sold. Some people say, “I’m an artist, I don’t want to think about sales and marketing.” And that’s fine if you don’t care about your book selling or have someone else doing that work for you. In my case, I understand the work, I just don’t have the energy and time that I used to.

Anyway, soon I’ll do a cover reveal, have a pre-sale page up, Galleys, all these things. It’s exciting and nerve-wracking. Will anyone like the book? I hope so! It’s a different kind of book for me, though it still has foxes, supervillains, apocalypses, it’s definitely a more personal collection. I’m talking to some poet friends today which will help remind me I’m not the only one who goes through all this! Wishing you a smokeless autumn week with turning leaves and temperatures cool enough to wear a sweater!