Is just around the corner, but I could care less. I'm so freaking tired of sending my nonfiction and poetry out into the literary lottery limbo. It's time consuming and costly, and 99% comes back anyway. I could be researching or writing.
So although it is time for the annual late summer / early fall insanity, I don't think I'll participate this year. Both my books are at publishers, and I am filled with naive hope about them, and that's enough from the glass; the rest of my naive hope will be excursions across the great plains this fall with my laptop, going through old papers, talking to old people. I've had enough of you, envelopes and stamps and contest fees and hours agonizing about the right pages in the right order when it doesn't matter a bit. Time to live the life.
Good for you! Sounds freeing . . .
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