Ah, another year gone by. I have now lived for one and seven-tenths decades.
I'm the last in my class to turn - one of my best friends, in fact, is turning either nineteen or twenty, I can't remember which. My consolation is that I'm more than half a foot taller than her. Hehe.
About to fly to Seattle tomorrow, to visit a good friend of mine,
Stellaciel where we'll work on a new layout for the Ughy Club
www.ughyclub.com and write some more songs for our group Swallow Coat. We only got two done last year, so if we continue at that rate we could have a debut CD, oh...never.
It's fun work, though, so I don't mind if it comes to nothing.
I'm really glad I'm going away for a few weeks, actually. I know you guys don't want to hear a diary entry, but I have no one to talk to during the summer, except my family, and as per usual, my family's the problem. I told my mother last night at dinner that she was making herself unhappy, since she was having one of her "my life is horrible and it's your fault" hissy fits, and she's yet to say a word for me. And it's my birthday. I wonder how long she can keep it up.
Uhh...oh, yes.
My friend Rachelle and I are collaborating on a novel together, called "The Romancing of Tuesday Dennings." I just posted a poem I wrote for it, in fact. I won't be posting it on dA, since it's so awkward to post longer prose and no one wants to read it anyway, but if by any chance you DO want to check it out, it's here: www.fictionpress.com/~jwoodandrashman It's basically about a man named Simon who writes fan letters to his favorite poet, Tuesday. I write from Tuesday's point of view, and she's a cynical joy.
Other than that, I will hopefully be posting a lot of new poetry once school starts again on August 1st. Poetry class is first semester! Have yet to hear back from the lit mags I submitted work to, but as my librarian (of all people) told me, no news is good news.
So we shall see.
Cheerio, friends!
Jules