I’m always aiming to keep balls in the air, zip something back in the mail as soon as it comes back, get right on themed calls for poems instead of more usually checking back after 8 or 18 months to find it went to print long ago. If whooosh is the sound of deadlines going by, whissshhh is the sound of one going out on time.
This week Thirsts got done copy editing, and 2 chapbook manuscripts sent away to prospective homes. I should send to a bunch of magazines. Should. Might even.