I was putting the finishing touches on Villanelles are Retarded when I noticed that one of the poems wasn't in the book! Aarghh! The last one, to boot, and without it, the book just kind of hangs there. So I had to un-sleeve and unbind all 75 copies, take out the blank page where the poem should be, print out new pages with the poem on them, insert them, and now I must trim the new pages to match the size of the pages in each book, and then rebind and re-sleeve all the books.
It is also 3 p.m. and I haven't had anything to eat or drink all day, so I am turning into a dehydrated anger monster. I think I'm going to leave it be for a little while, lest I have another awl-related accident. Sigh.
Took a breather last night. Put a few protective sleeves on some copies of VaR and then called it a night. This weekend will be a weekend of frenzied binding activity, so I felt justified in chilling out for a bit.
Must start planning wedding. Although I have been talking about this for a long time, and have an idea of what I want, actually corralling all these people (tent people, catering people, lighting people, flowers people, picture people) into an actual ceremony seems like a royal pain in the butt. I gathered all the central Virginia tent people's information yesterday, and will start with them. Somewhat afraid I will faint dead away at the cost -- honestly, I can only justify spending so much money on this thing. I know I'm a "rich" lawyer now, but one of the ways rich people stay rich is by refusing to spend money on anything. So, a warning: I know I've been rhapsodizing about my farm-barbecue wedding for years, but you might just end up with dinner and dancing at the Satellite Ballroom. Also, I'm creating a "How Fed Up Is Maureen With Wedding Crap" Index so that you can gauge how close you are to switching out the farm for the Satellite Ballroom. Right now, I'm at about 5 on a scale of 100, meaning, mildly annoyed.
Yup. Five days. Guess you guys like tiny wee things. Aren't they so cute? Awwww...
But don't be sad. Big Game has all kinds of poem joy for you in the near future. New chapbooks, new tinysides...it'll be just a little while.
In the meantime, you can look at this panda wearing a pirate costume. Ridiculous.
Today at the coffee shop -- Mentally correcting the punctuation of advertising materials.
A high-school friend of mine has developed amazing paranormal powers!
Someone in my office is pretending to be an opera singer.
Tinyside #6 is well into production, and I've printed and bound 20 copies of Villanelles are Retarded, Big Game's next "full-length" chapbook.
BTW, Tinyside submissions are now closed. Interest has been overwhelming (at least for a first-time open-submission person like me). I will try to get back to everyone who has submitted thus far in the next day or so.