I can't believe I need to pack again already, this time for Chicago tomorrow, for the Associated Writing Program Conference. A Midsummer Night's Press has a table in the bookfair, so I'm not going to be able to attend programming, but on the other hand, I'm easy to track down for anyone who's attending and wants to see/meet me. :-)
Some people think it's crazy to be running a small poetry publishing house during a recession, but it's exactly the kind of thing that motivates and stimulates me, now more than ever. There are plenty of things I do to earn money, so doing something which is not (one hopes) money-losing, but which is done simply for the love of it, is very necessary for me. And I do love making the little bookses. Thanks to my designer, Diego (who is available for other commissions, see www.quintatinta.com), they turn out so lovely. And the new printer and the new paper stock, which is a creamy color instead of just white, turned out... lovely.
I think I'm fanboying my own press.
Which is a bit redundant, perhaps, but a sign that I'm doing something worthwhile--on a personal level, if nothing else...
Although, gratifyingly, other people seem to share my appreciation for the books. After all, we had to go back to press already on Achy Obejas' THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED IN OUR OTHER LIFE, and we're almost out of stock on FAIRY TALES FOR WRITERS as well. It's rare enough these days for any books to go into second printings, and for poetry it's perhaps even more surprising.
Anyway, packing is sort of easy: I'm schlepping lots of books, as well as some warm clothes.
I guess most of the "minutia" of my daily life winds up on my facebook these days, instead of here. Apologies to those of you who follow this instead of that. Hopefully this results in more "solid" posts here on the blog, when I do post something.
The trip so far has mostly been spending time with family and dealing with various doctors (my own and for family). Today I did manage to buy a few books on the way home from the gastroenterologist, a very mixed bag: PLOT IT YOURSELF by Rex Stout (which I may have already read but wasn't sure), THE OPTIMIST'S DAUGHTER by Eudora Welty, I TAKE THIS WOMAN by Georges Simenon, TWO CHEERS FOR DEMOCRACY by E. M. Forster, SHE WHO by Judy Grahn, a Lawrence Block mystery, a sci-fi novel by C.J. Cherryh and THE WRITER'S QUOTATION BOOK. All of which came to $14.09.
Not as good as last night's purchases, where I got 41 books for $51.19.
And last week, I was running late to see my father, but got sidetracked at a thrift store where I bought seven cashmere sweaters at $5 each. (I gave them all already to my sister and father; the only one I might've kept my sister liked, so...)
Haven't had the energy or time to do much writing-related work, aside from some promotion of the new A Midsummer Nights Press titles.
The new realistic me is still in effect, where I can manage perhaps one social event per day while on the road (which may be family).
Today that was a pleasant lunch with
ellen_kushner and
deliasherman, a nice moment of calm among the running around.
Anyway, should get back to packing for tomorrow.
Maybe see some of y'all in Chicago at AWP...