In other exciting news, I finally succumbed in the fourth week to whatever weird cold/virus/upper respiratory thing I’ve been fighting – I came home shaking and feverish yesterday and determined to put a hold on my crazy whirlwind of social activities until I am all the way better. (It doesn’t help that it’s mid-forties and stormy outside, the recipe for my asthma to act up. I know, cold rain, what a shocker in the NW! In California, they’re still wearing skirts and sandals…ah well…)
This means a weekend curled up, finally finishing at least one of my book reviews, starting Murakami’s thousand-page super cool opus IQ84, and deciding whether the last Harry Potter movie was better or worse than the book. And sleeping. And lots of hot drinks. (Is it weird that I end up writing a lot of my book reviews while I am sick and feverish? Then I end up using words like “gimlet-eyed” and “splenetic” and wondering later…who wrote that?)
I’ve also been trying to come up with a last line for a poem. It turned out to be much harder than I thought. Everything I’ve come up with seems harsh, trite, too easy…Sometimes I tool around with last lines even after I publish a poem. Last lines are hard!

I also want to thank the lovely magazine Hollins Critic, as I just got my contributor copies for October’s issue, and a nice little check. I so appreciate magazines that still actually pay their content providers!! Thank you, Hollins Critic! My little poem, “Holiday Redux,” is on the last page, if you’re interested, and the issue also contains a good review of WA State book award winner Frances McCue’s book, The Bled.