The Chicory was a nice end to finals week. Just Talia, Mike, and me made it out, with my kids tagging along, but still fun. Tom brought some poems that Mike and Talia looked over and marked up, and everyone helped me decide what to submit for Wolfson/Analecta. We all got powdered sugar on our lips from the beignets, except Talia, who was abstaining. Mmmm.
We're moving The Chicory meetings to 4:00 p.m., in the hopes that it will suit everyone's schedule a little better.
Talia wins the inspiration award. If you're feeling a little down about rejection notices, consider this: She figures her success rate is 1 in 30 submissions. So quit whining and start sending.
We are meeting again on Wednesday at Chris O'Brien's. And yes, I did say in the last set of directions to turn right on Angela when I should have said turn left. Sorry I sent some of you to Notre Dame. It was an honest brain freeze. Turn left on Angela this time. This is why I always take a GPS when I go hiking. But anyway, Rachel and I are baking Christmas cookies to share with you all, so send some stuff out and let's get moving here. Finals are over, and yes, Christmas is coming, but you won't even get the joy of a rejection letter if you don't write anything down. See you there.
The last bit of news is for fiction writers, essay writers, playwrites, whatnot. I know we've been heavy on poetry, okay, perhaps exclusive on poetry, but 2008 is a new year. If you've got some fiction, an essay, a play, some whatnot, send it on. Don't make me name names... I'm thinking of setting aside my poetry pen for awhile anyway and delving back into fiction, so some good company would be nice.
Meeting adjourned.
1 comment:
Sorry I wasn't able to make it to the Chicory.
I will be there tomorrow night, though. Also, I love the idea of mixing up the work a bit.
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