The summer has been a lazy, crazy time so far.
My husband and I are getting ready to move to St. Paul in a few weeks, and our living room is full of boxes that contain mostly books. Packing up books is sort of like playing an enormous game of Tetris, which is the only thing that makes moving fun. But we are looking forward to living in an area where you can use the term "bustling" unironically.
Aside from packing, I've been spending most of my time away from the internet. Because of the nature of our poorness, we have chosen to go without the internet for the summer, which has proved both a challenge and a blessing. It is true, I can no longer waste entire days (weeks?) watching episode after episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the X-Files on Netflix instant stream, but I have been reading a lot and writing a lot of letters. It's nice to get something real in the mail every once in a while.
In a couple weeks I'll also be leaving for Mallard Island, where I'll spend a week with other writers doing writerly things. So if I don't update again until after we move, all this! is why.
About a week ago, the July issue of THRUSH came out, which I'm totally delighted to be included in. In another few days, the summer issue of Sixth Finch will be released, and I'll have three poems up there. So many bird journals!
That's about it for now, besides this picture of an old lady. Stop complaining about how hot it is. Have a great summer!