Didn't clean much yesterday because I had another poetry group meeting with the Lovely Emily and the Amazing McRachel. We loathe the Lovely Emily because her poem was really, really good. I hadn't written an actual new poem in... well, longer than I should admit, so here's how lame I was: I was using Black Phoenix oils as jumping-off points. Not writing about the perfumes themselves, but about whoever (or whatever) they were named for, while trying to mention as many ingredients as possible. Of course, if that didn't fit the format or just turned out to be lame, I ditched it whenever I felt I needed to. So far I've done Tamora, Persephone, and Mata Hari. I am so incredibly lame.
(Which reminds me. I need to post some more BPAL reviews and OH MY GOD I STILL HAVEN'T DONE THE EMPIRE RECAPS.)
Speaking of which: since it's in my Orion bio, I felt like it was time to attempt the resurrection of the Digest. Basically, I'm going to try to move it to LJ as a constantly-updated blog, instead of having one massive, hand-coded, white elephant of a daily update. So it's kind of in an experimental form right now:




I think Short Attention Span Theater is dead. I loved it, but I prefer LJ to Blogspot, and between my personal journal and whatever incarnation of the Digest we have going, it's pretty much redundant and/or obsolete. Woe. It'll still be there, though, in case you ever want to go back and read stuff. I think Trailer Park is also dead--I don't have time for 6,500 blogs (no! really?), and Gunther pretty much has the trailer angle covered with the fabulously useful
Oh, before I forget: book distribution news at the 15M community.
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