Poetry Readings in Woodinville, Suddenly Summer Weather, Goslings and Goldfinch, Searching

Poetry Readings in Woodinville

This week we had a poetry reading at Woodinville’s J. Bookwalter Winery, where I got to see some old friends from the Seattle side I hadn’t seen much since the pandemic. Suzanne Edison, Heidi Seaborn, and Cindy Veach did a great reading, and there was a lively open mic after, as well as poet discussions (over wine) that lasted until closing time. I have to say it is awfully nice to have a burgeoning poetry scene in my own neighborhood, for so many years I was driving long distances to do these things—now they’re practically in my backyard.

This week has brought with it suddenly summer weather—bright sun, warmer temps, the arrival of our goldfinches and goslings. I have been working on more outside walks as I want to be ready for the Lavender Farm when it opens next month, as well as another trip to San Juan Island (full of difficult but rewarding walking areas). In preparation, Glenn and I have made trips to the Japanese Garden in Seattle and the Bellevue Botanical Garden, and we also walked around our local wineries. Today we took the trip East to Snoqualmie Falls and Olallie Falls on the Snoqualmie river. It was nice to sightsee in our area without too much traffic or hassle, since everyone who’s able is out at their summer homes or Europe or whatever (not jealous, not jealous, not jealous…)

Searching

I am still feeling a bit at odds and ends—am I doing the right things? Am I doing too much—or too little? What should my priorities be right now (health vs. fun vs. work, etc.) Is this normal at my age? I’ve signed up for way too many things next month (judging a poetry contest, taking a class, doing a tutorial, plus an essay or two will be due, plus all normal things including another dental crown.) Needless to say, I have anxiety about all of this. I have been trying to reconnect with some old friends—the loss of one friend makes you realize how important that is. Here’s another kind of frightening thought—do I even want to do poetry anymore, or should I be trying something else? I have a lot of friends (poets) who’ve moved into essays, memoirs, even standup comedy. It certainly would be nice to be paid one in a while and have people actually read what you write. I don’t know what’s next. I’m open and hoping for guidance.

While the world is burning, the poet acts a little lost. She goes to the forest, where several giant trees have toppled—the forest seems more bare, though the river runs even louder than ever. The gardens have fewer plants and fewer birds. Maybe she doesn’t recognize the places she thought she knew. She worries about losing people, not just places. She doesn’t see a clear path ahead the way she used to. That can be unsettling. She worries that she used to be the hero of the story, and now she’s just the one taking notes.

Rebecca Solnit and Journalism, Ducklings, Wisteria, and Struggling with Grief

Rebecca Solnit and Thoughts on Journalism

My brother and I went to see Rebecca Solnit at a very crowded Town Hall here in Seattle, and the talk was great (though she’s very smart, she had a very soporific voice—not how I thought she would sound)! It’s rare that Mike and I get to spend time together, much less with an author we both admire, so it was a good outing.

Since there were several thousand people there, few of them masked, I wore a KN95 all through so Mike and I snuck out a few minutes before the end of Q&A (those masks—urgh). We bought our books and had some good catch-up talk—and then I also had the good luck to see briefly former Utah Poet Laureate and author Paisley Rekdal, whose new book on teaching poetry is fantastic.

One thing that stayed with me from the talk was an answer Rebecca gave to a question from the audience about what media sources to trust. She mentioned several major papers that reported 122 times on negative stories about Biden during Trump’s first hundred days, during which he disregarded the rights of citizens, the Constitution, and accepted bribes. These places included The New Yorker, the Atlantic, the New York Times, the LA Times—not the usual suspects we think of as biased journalism. But after she said it, I couldn’t stop seeing it, especially after I saw four stories in one day (before Joe Biden’s cancer was disclosed) where the headline was “Biden was ALMOST in a wheelchair” which I found really offensive. because you know what? We are ALL almost in a wheelchair, as someone who was in one myself for close to six years straight. “Almost in a wheelchair” is NOT a story. Why not report on the current President and his ruining of the economy, or deporting infants with cancer without their medication (surely dangerous criminals in the making, right?) or any manner of terrible things from the current White House? The answer might be made clear in John Oliver’s discussing this evening of Trump’s very politicized FCC and his lawsuits against large media companies—two ways to silence journalism at its core. Very sobering for this former journalist. Anyway, once you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it. (As a side note, Rebecca recommended Rolling Stone, Wired, and the Guardian.)

Duckling Season, and Dealing with Grief

Spring continues with its springing, and I saw my first duckling of the season (with wary mom nearby). I also saw my first black-headed grosbeak, who visits faithfully each May.

I have had a heavy heart this week with the loss of my friend Martha Silano (I found another picture of her from 2023, at my reading at Open Books—see how she radiates joy?) It is always hard to lose friends, peers, and members of our local community, but this has hit me harder than I expected. It comes on the heels of losing my college roommate, Tara, who was such an amazing force, scientist, and friend. So senseless.

It occurs to me I don’t really have enough coping mechanisms for grief. I did the things that usually cheer me up—thought the weather has been miserable, cold, and rainy for this time of year, spending time outdoors when I can, going to bookstores, watching lightweight subject matter. One day I spent the entire day in bed with the TV on one station, and again I noticed the repetitiveness and lack of clarity in the local news, and almost all the programming, actually. This is pretty unlike me unless I have the flu or my MS is acting up. I’ve been trying to write about Martha as well as reading through an early version of her last book, Terminal Surreal, due out in September. I was moved by how she wrote about her circumstances with precision and a lack of self-pity and a continued joy in the nature and the outdoors.

As seems appropriate, with its teardrop flowers, the wisteria is in bloom, so we went to the Seattle Japanese Garden (who doesn’t feel at least a little better there?) and smelled the wisteria and observed the koi and water lilies, turtles, and I also got to follow the end of a tea ceremony. The rituals of the season—the rain, the blooms, the ducklings—reminds me that the world continues turning when our loved ones die, and when we die, it will continue then, too. Our small contributions—planting a tree, feeding pollinators, or writing a poem—can seem small indeed, but maybe better than the alternative—causing great destruction, which is far too easy to do.

 

Remembering Poet Martha Silano, Spring Continues On Springing, Cats and Hummingbirds and Rebecca Solnit

Remembering Poet Martha Silano

On May 5, we lost my good friend and wonderful poet Martha (Marty) Silano to ALS. The photo to the left is the last time I saw her in person, on a sunny summer afternoon with wildfire haze. This is the way I’ll always remember her, wandering with the sun at her back in a field of flowers.

I met Marty when we both published books with Steel Toe Books, her Blue Positive and my own Becoming the Villainess in 2006. I remember us doing a reading together at the old Hugo House (housed in a retired funeral home—amazing and full of ghosts!) and thinking she was so cool. I did not know we were going to start a nearly-20 year friendship where we’d celebrate together—book launches, literary festivals, AWPs, birthdays, housewarmings, babies, and more.

Marty was diagnosed with ALS about eighteen months ago, and because she had the most severe kind, she tried to do as much as she could as long as she could—hiking and writing poems with a vengeance. She was still doing online readings while she was losing her ability to speak. I think she ended up with three books by the end of eighteen months (all of which are suberb, and probably her best work).

One of her publishers said she was still texting about marketing the week she died. I call that an incredible act of will. I will say I am so happy she took the time to come out to Woodinville to see me in the last few years, when we were still being cautious about seeing people. Spend time with your friends when you can, and celebrate them while they are still around. I have lost two friends in the space on a year, both of them “healthier” than I am, not friends I would have said I could possibly lose. It makes you realize how precious this “small” stuff is. Let light shine its way on your journey, Martha. Read her poems at the Poetry Foundation here.

Spring Goes on Springing, with Cats and Hummingbird, and Rebecca Solnit

I spent several days grieving, I have to admit, and the cats and my husband tried their best to cheer me up. As always seems to happen, the Seattle area brightened and shone with blooms in the days after Martha’s death, and I know she loved the outdoors, so I tried to appreciate the beauty around us.

I also wrote a poem about her, which I don’t know was any good, but if you can’t write an elegy for your friends, then what can you do when you’re a poet?

Here is Charlotte, a hummingbird, frilled iris, and blooming wisteria.

Seeing Rebecca Solnit tonight!

If you are a Rebecca Solnit fan (my brother introduced me to her work during the pandemic, recommending Paradise Built in Hell), she is appearing tonight in Seattle to talk about how to deal with uncertainty and despair during difficult times—feminism, democracy, climate change and power. Rebecca’s work is very accessible and hopeful, while also practical and solutions-oriented. This is my first time hearing her speak, and I’m looking forward to it. A good week to address how to deal with the stress of change and the unknown.

In the meantime, go read some of Martha’s work and maybe order one of her books—you won’t regret it.

 

 

Birthday Dinosaurs, Birthday Poems on Daily Kos, Hummingbirds, and More

Birthday Dinosaurs

My birthday has come and gone, and May has begun with moody weather (sunshine, rain, sunshine again, and that’s just the morning). We had a pretty small celebration, just went to Willows Fireside Lounge for dessert and cocktails and to the Woodland Park Zoo for the dinosaur adventure (plus snow leopard cubs!) I loved the educational interactive bits for kids—they could dig for fossils, or experiment with robot servos to see how the dinosaurs move. Robotics and paleontology – sounds like a great combination! Some of the dinosaurs move uncannily when you get close to them, letting out sounds that might conceivably be dinosaur like, and some had feathers and fur and color.

It also reminded me of one of SNL’s skits that I really liked—Jurassic Park’s Lawyer, with Donald Glover.

It did make me feel somewhat philosophical, turning 52. I’m still around, even after multiple doctors said I wouldn’t be. I’ve lost friends in the last few years, friends who seemed much healthier than I am. So much seems random, out of our control. This leads me to think that maybe we should let go of some of the things that keep us from living a full, joyful life, right now. Don’t put off fun, or things you love.

Despite my many and varied health problems, I have a lot to be grateful for. I’ve published books, I have wonderful friends all over the world, I have a husband who makes me a (gluten-free) birthday cake and gets me 52 tulips. I spent time in my garden this week and watched birds and got to play with dinosaurs. Do I have to play catch up with a bunch of doctor appointments I’ve been putting off to have fun? Yes. But sometimes, you have to prioritize fun, right?

Birthday Poets on Daily Kos

Imagine my surprise when I discovered my poem, “Lessons You Learn from Final Girls,” from Field Guide to the End of the World, was up on the Daily Kos this week (right after Yusef Komunyakaa, whose birthday is apparently a day before mine) as birthday poets. See the link here.  

Birthday Hummingbirds

I had the pleasure of observing many hummingbirds as flowers on my back porch bloomed, with coral bells, snapdragons and fuchsias. There were immature and mature Anna’s and Rufous hummingbirds. We also had the return of black-headed grosbeaks and finches and mornings and evenings, even during rain, have been full of birdsong. I hope these pictures bring you a little joy.

We also had a terrific view of Mt Rainier this week, and I captured one as we drove over the Floating Bridge to go to the Zoo.

Springing into Summer, Open Books, Japanese Garden, Spending $11,000 on Book PR, and Birthdays Coming Up

Springing into Early Summer, Open Books, and Japanese Garden

It seems we’ve moved from spring directly into summer, rain evaporating, temperatures rising. The tulip fields have bloomed and ended in what seemed like two weeks—cherry petals litter my lawn as lilacs bloom. It’s a topsy turvy gardener’s problem, because two weeks ago it was too cold to plant seeds and now we have to wear sunscreen when we go out to water.

This last week marked the 30th anniversary of Open Books, Seattle’s poetry-only bookstore, so we visited, picked up a few books, got to talk to Billie and Gabrielle and John (if you know, you know!) and after they closed, went to Seattle’s Japanese Garden to watch birds sing on top of flowers and observe summer flowers—azaleas, rhodoendrons and wisteria—taking over.

Spending $11,000 on Book PR – A Shock? Or Reality Bites?

Somehow, I happened upon a Substack post from an experienced PR/marketer who wrote her first novel and spent $11,000 promoting it. Is this number shocking to you? It probably shouldn’t be. The average book doesn’t sell that many copies, publishers aren’t picking up the bill for marketing the way they used to, and even people who do PR for a living are confused and troubled about what pays off and what doesn’t. (Online ads? Travel for readings? Swag?)

The reality of promoting a book—especially for a poet—is that often you spend much more than you’ll make back in sales and royalties, even if you’re smart about where to spend and where to save. I’m interested to see the results of her efforts—and she acknowledges, it’s often more the energy the author spends that makes a difference even more than the money she spends.

Also, side question—should I switch from my blog to Substack? I like the independence a blog gives me, but maybe Substacks are more modern.

Another Birthday and Making Changes

You may have noticed, with the return of nice weather, came the return of bird pictures to the blog. And the time has rolled around to my birthday once again. It always makes me introspective, and though I’m happy I’m getting another year on this earth (never guaranteed), the first four months of 2025 have been awfully challening, personally, financially, health-wise, and even poetry-wise. And that’s not mentioning politics or world news. It’s tough to feel like celebrating.

I did sign up for a class on essay writing and got some tickets to see Rebecca Solnit when she comes to Seattle. I’m also starting to meet with other writers again to talk about work. I’m trying to be pro-active, doing positive things with my money—choosing new charities, looking at (gulp) retirement accounts, and trying to bring in more with my writing—and trying to make new friends and build more community around me. I don’t want to ignore that I’m getting older and be too resistant to change to miss the signs that I should be doing something different.

In the meantime, I will try to pay attention to the singing bird next to me, the timing of the stars and flowers, and some of the gifts that aging brings.

 

Happy (and Hoppy) Easter, New Poems Up at The Normal School, and a Week of Being Sick (During Beautiful Weather)

Happy (and Hoppy) Easter

Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates. I was too sick to do much this year, but I did revisit some classics, including the children’s book (written in 1939, and re-released in 1967) The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes, which besides having adorable illustrations, contains surprisingly subversive morals on racism, classism, and feminism—I mean, it would be fair to say it’s an anti-Nazi Easter Bunny book. It surprises me what I look back on in children’s lit and see what affected my own values—in this case, learning that being a poor, brown female bunny from the country (being told to “look after her children” and “leave Easter business to the men” by the tall wealthy white male bunnies—sound familiar?) can achieve her dreams no matter what the obstacles.

Anyway, I strongly recommend you buy it for all your children. Meanwhile, I read the account of the Easter story in all four gospels and again noted that the first people to discover Jesus had risen were women, the first person to speak to the risen Jesus was Mary Magdalene, and the male disciples were too scared to check on his grave and refused to believe the women who saw the angels and even saw Jesus himself. So, ha ha ha, not much has changed, right? The church fails to point this out too often I notice. Ah well. You’ll have to excuse this country bunny.

New Poems up at the Normal School

I am very happy to share that I had two poems up at The Normal School this week, “Aurora, or When Firefoxes Spark the Sky” and “Pyrokinetic.” Below is a sneak peek at one of them. If you go to the link, like and share as The Normal School and I could use the online attention.

A Week of Being Sick During Beautiful Weather

This week I was supposed to run a book club for poetry month, record a poetry tutorial for Writer’s Digest, and a bunch of other things, but instead, I was sick in bed with a combination sinus/stomach flu bug, which I strongly do not recommend (if I look like I lost weight in the pic above, I did—from three solid days of being constantly sick and another day of liquid diet. Super fun! Like Ozempic without the cost Lol!) And every day I was in bed, outside the sky was blue, the flowers all jumped into bloom at once (cherry blossoms, apple blossoms, and lilacs generally do NOT bloom at the same time in our area, but the late spring really messed up the bloom cycle). So that was a bummer. It was not covid or the official flu (according to tests) but there are a lot of bugs going around, the doctor said, so just be aware.

Meanwhile, I slept a lot, drank a lot of Pedialyte™ and caught up on a lot of good and bad television. I am hoping to get through my birthday (around the corner) with better health so I can get out and around Seattle to enjoy some blue skies and flowers.

It is almost the end of National Poetry Month, so I hope you have been reading and writing and enjoying poetry this month, too. If you want to cheer up a poet, just buy one of their books or write them a note about how much you enjoyed their work or share their work on social media or leave them an Amazon review or something. You never know when someone needs a little boost to keep them going.

Spring is Here with Cherry Blossoms and Art Shows, Tulip Fields, Pink Moons, and Visits with Family

Spring is Here—Cherry Blossoms and Art Galleries

In the days after AWP in LA, spring began springing in Seattle, although a bit colder than usual. The first sign here of spring is daffodils and cherry blossoms. We have several trees that I planted in our yard, and down the street, even more, so although it is a custom to go downtown to the UW quad to visit the almost-100-year-old cherry blossom grove, we usually get our cherry blossom fix closer to home.

Being outside is really good for me, even when I’m tired and feeling a bit sneezy (we’ve had a heck of an allergy season, despite or maybe because of the cold?), so I’m happy to have a bit less cold wind and a rain and at least a couple of partially sunny days.

Visiting Art Galleries

Another soul-restoring practice of mine, besides spending time with flowers, is spending time with art. So, we went downtown to the new location (hard to find and in a bit of a dodgy area of town, but huge and well-lit) of Roq La Rue, my favorite art gallery in Seattle. They had a beautiful collection of smaller pieces called “Spectacle du Petite,” one of which I was able to take home (happy birthday to me!) Besides this, they had spectacular sculptures and new work by another favorite artist, Josie Moran. They just opened a new show this last Friday, so take a peek at their web site to see what’s going to be there. Worth the trip (and some level of confusion) finding it!

The day we went down we also went by a very friendly-seeming anti-Trump protest and a group of trans folks raising money for ACLU. It was sunny and everyone was in good spirits, even the gathered police, and despite what people on the right say about Seattle, I was happy and proud to be part of such a vibrant and inclusive community.

Annual Trip to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival

Which, because spring is late this year, meant we saw not only fields of tulips, but fields of daffodils, still-blooming cherry trees, and early/late camellias and rhododendrons. I always wish I could stay longer and do more exploring up in the area, but this was a quick day trip (to avoid the work being done on the house—this time, noisy electrical work)—and I wore out after about nine hours out and about in the fields anyway. In the meantime, enjoy these pics—when I posted some of these on Instagram with a guess-where-I-am caption, several people guessed Holland! But you can totally imagine Holland looking at these pictures.

Pink Moon and Visiting Family

The full Pink Moon was actually pink this weekend, so I tried to get a picture of it in its true color which is always challenging but this one got pretty close.

My birthday is coming up soon which is always a time of introspection, as is tax time (how is it possible I did so much freelance work for so little money? I ask every year.) I am hoping to find a new home for my next book, maybe a chance to do more lucrative work teaching or publishing, and of course, balancing the joys of life and the stress plus health stuff. I am trying to find more disabled and chronically ill women’s books to review (so definitely comment if you have a new book coming out), and besides the book club and open mic, trying to get together more regularly with other writers. AWP (and maybe the art gallery and protest, too) reminded me of the strengths of feeling like part of a community, rather than just a lone eccentric trying to live your lone eccentric writer life. Helping others, speaking up, these things are also part of feeding the soul, not to get too cheesy.

I also got to visit my little brother’s newly renovated home (beautiful!) in a lovely neighborhood and got to see the way he and my sister-in-law have already started making it their own—hanging art, arranging furniture, trying to beautify the yard (which the previous owner had left a lot of gravel). I am reminded that someday soon our own home renovations will be done, and we can concentrate on something else, but also, in this area, buying and maintaining a home is no joke, financially, but somewhat more stable than the veering stock market this week, for instance. I always like to touch base with my family, and it felt nice to actually spend an hour or two just talking and catching up.

Wishing you some time with flowers, art, full moons, and family and friends this month.

AWP Part 2: Meeting with Editors and Fellow Writers, My Moon City AWP Reading on YouTube, and Down Days

AWP LA Part II: Meeting with Editors and Fellow Writers

Last week I wrote a Part 1 of AWP post and promised a second. My web site has had issues, and I myself had a few down days—after the excitement and travel, my body decided it didn’t want to do much and made sure I stayed in bed for much of the last week.

But, back to AWP LA days 3 and 4. On the 3rd day I got to meet and talk to editors of literary magazines and presses I admired, or had published me, or a combination of the two. The bookfair was massive, and attendance was 10,000—not the biggest, but not the smallest either. The best thing about the bookfair is accidentally running into friends—and that happened outdoors as well. This picture at the top was a happy accident waiting for Glenn to pick me up at the “accessibility” drop off location, where I happened to run into friends Tresha Faye Haefner, Lesley Wheeler, and Kelli Russell Agodon. And Roxane Gay was right there too, right beyond the picture. Did I mention her keynote was worth listening to? I mean, not every keynote is useful, but Roxane is so real about the writing life—she described her first AWP as “being surrounded by people with interesting glasses and stiletto heels”—I remember being equally daunted at my first AWP, which was even longer ago, back in 2003, when they had a “huge crowd” of 3000 attendees. Ha ha ha ha.

Anyway, I should have made more time for parties, lunches, dinners, and other events, but I was usually burned out after about four hours. My energy levels aren’t what they used to be! (More on that later.)

I did get to have a coffee and a bite to eat with Lesley Wheeler, whose new book Mycocosmic just dropped from Tupelo Press. This trip to AWP was a last minute decision on my part—I had decided not to go a long time ago—but I felt that with having to be out of the house anyway (with the ongoing disability renovation) and having felt a bit down since the beginning of the year (and Trump’s re-presidency) it would prove encouraging, and it did. Even getting a bit of a break from Seattle’s cold and dreary spring (everything bloomed after we left!) was nice. If AWP is a bit physically and mentally exhausting—and it is—it also reaffirms you as a writer—a writer some people have actually read—and part of a community—whose books you actually read.

My Moon City Reading

Glenn was a bit late to catch the into from Mike or the beginning of the first poem, but this gives you a brief taste of the Moon City Press reading. Here I read California-themed poems from Field Guide to the End of the World, Flare, Corona, and my manuscript in progress. Hope you enjoy! It’s almost like you were there…

Anyway, besides having to spend a few days in bed, there have been cherry trees blooming here in Seattle and art shows to visit, which I’ll talk about next week. Until then, may your writer days and ways be lucky and supported.

AWP LA Part I: Day 1 and 2, All the Gossip, Disability and Travel, Poets!

AWP LA Part I, Day 1

Ah, the trip to LA – delayed flights, turbulence the whole time, and snafus with the rental car at LAX (the worst! do Burbank if possible!) meant we were racing across traffic after waking up at six AM and being in travel mode until 8 PM to make it to my Moon City Reading at least partially on time, after the hotel decided “accessible” meant something other than actually accessible (this happens a lot.) Anyway, we made it there, I got to see some friends, snap a pic or two, and then get home to the hotel and collapse without eating, because honestly, too tired to eat! That’s Day 1! (Pic from the Moon City Reading with Lee Horikoshi Roripaugh in the next paragraph.) The weather this whole trip was a little overcast and cool for Californians, which you can tell from the pics, although still warm to me (in the sixties, til nightfall.)

Day 2 of AWP: So Many Friends, Poets, Publishers

So waking up bright and early day 2, I took a walk on the beach (I always stay away from downtown LA when I go to LA, from the time 25 years ago that I used to come down and present when I was a Microsoft tech person. Because downtown LA is not really LA.) And then hustled down to the conference, to register and meet up with people. I did not get to go to all the talks I wanted to – Beth Ann Fennelly and Hybrid writing, the speculative memoir (what?? right?) and many writers I wanted to see I just didn’t. But there were 10,000 people at this LA, so I guess that’s just statistics.

Anyway, I caught up with several former professors, lots of blogger friends, and some new people that were fans of my work that I hadn’t met yet, which is always a pleasure (and a surprise! Somehow I don’t realize real people actually read my books until I go to these kinds of things.) It was a b

Here’s the book haul from Day 2 and lots of friend pics: Got books by friends but also from good presses like YesYes Books and Word Words and tons of others. Did I come home with too many books? Yes I did!

It is so great to meet press editors and publishers you’ve never heard of. It is great to see West Coast lit mags you didn’t already know about. This is part of what makes AWP fun and worth going to, even if you’re tired and your MS is acting up and you have anxiety about travel and the world. the other part is catching up with people who know and love and might not have seen for a couple of years.

I don’t remember much about the night of Day 2 because I may have fallen asleep literally between events and didn’t make to several things I meant to (Roxane Gay’s keynote was great, but I watched it virtually later on.) Gossip: Roxane Gay bought The Rumpus. I was very happy to hear that as a former Rumpus reviewer, I must admit. She seems good at managing things.

All right, since I am typing this from the hotel and getting ready to fly back to Seattle, I will end there. Guys, stay safe and strong until I can post again. Also: LA is much friendlier and more diverse than Seattle, and you can do something that you couldn’t in Seattle: wake up, stroll across the ocean, pick up fresh masa corn tortillas with honey butter, and eat breakfast on the beach. I’m not at all an LA girl but I’ve got to admit the people are fun (People at LAX – at the airport! – stopped and complimented my clothes, my hair, and my luggage. Before I got  a rental car!) Locals recommended the best restaurants and local music to you, just standing around. and the food is amazing, just stuff we don’t get much in Scandanavian Seattle. Anyway, wait for Part 2: the Reckoning, AWP LA style.

 

Hello Spring, Plum Blossoms, Almost There: AWP, Renovations, and Health Challenges

Hello Spring!  Plum Blossoms, and Almost There: AWP, Renovations, and Health Challenges

Well, it’s almost AWP, my bathroom renovations are almost done, and having survived a 24-hour stomach bug AND an emergency vet visit for one of the cats in the same day, it feels like we’re going to make it. Hopefully. (Thunderstorms and hail are predicted for the time of my flight, so think good thoughts!)

Though it’s mostly been a cold, wet, miserable spring so far, the plum blossoms and cherry blossoms and early star magnolias have started blooming, so spring can’t be far behind. I also got my hair to match. Pink for spring!

I hope you are all surviving as well as possible through this period of scary news and economic anxiety, among other things. I hope some sunshine and time with friends will help me shake off some of the low spirits I’ve been experiencing lately, a combination of high anxiety and low-level depression, I think. When your MS acts up (which mine has been lately) it is all you can do to not curse at the pain and non-ability to focus, write, or accomplish even small tasks, and this is all ratcheted up when strange people are in the house at all hours and you can’t get to any of your normal stuff and you and the cats both get sick. So I’m sorry I wasn’t well enough to post yesterday, when I usually do, but I promise an extra exciting post next week, after AWP.

A visit from our bob kitten seems to portend good things ahead, I hope. AWP can be frantic and overwhelming, I know LA has had a lot of hard luck lately, and I expected not to go (so didn’t even apply for talks or readings or anything.

I’m going to try to make it in time for the Moon City Press reading Wednesday night (if my flight, rental car, traffic, etc all make it possible) but otherwise I’ll be seeing friends at the bookfair and by appointment (if you want to see me, send me a message!)

Good luck this week, friends! May your yards be full of bobcats and plum blossoms. May spring come soon and bring better weather, better news and better fortune.