Every year, around this time, I go through something similiar to a hibernation period. I don't know when it started or why I just totally disconnect from people, but I do. I scramble through my winter stockpile of books (months too early!) and become some sort of a sponge-like madwoman with stubbly legs. How's that for attractive?

I've been researching and messing around with the idea for a new writing project. I just need to commit to my ideas/goals. I uhh....struggle with commitment. I usually get bored and lose focus/faith in whatever it is I'm doing. But I can't see that happening with this project. I feel compelled to dive in. Maybe I will?

Where did I go? I have no idea. The summer was filled with excitement. We sold one home, bought another home, and finally settled it. We took a much needed trip to Banff, and soon we'll be on our way to New York. Hopefully I'll get back into the groove and post more regularly.

A lot of things have happened since my previous post. Let's see, I turned 27, celebrated my third year as a stepmother, watched my stepdaughter walk across the stage at her senior prom, and packed up half of my house in anticipation for the BIG MOVE. I guess you can say I've been busy.

I was really excited to receive a copy of Jonathan Penton's awesome chapbook (on my birthday!), and I'm reviewing it on the Outsider Writers website this week. In other news, I haven't heard anything back from the manuscript proposal that I sent out last month, but I realize that rejection letters take time (ha!).






I've submitted some new poems to a few Canadian publications this weekend, and I received my contributors copy of Contemporary Verse 2 today! Woo hoo!

I was pretty surprised when I saw Alison Pick's photo on the cover because I just finished reading some of her poems I found in an older anthology "Breathing Fire 2."

I'm sure she'll be pleased to know that I found that anthology between a Bible and "A Child Called It" at the Mennonite Community Closet in North Battleford. Ah, another reason to move to a city ASAP--bookstores!

February 2004: I drove to Saskatchewan for the first time in my life.

November 2006: We purchased our first home in Saskatchewan.

May 2007: We put our home up for sale.

I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, if any time is a good time to sell, it's now. I just have no desire to pack this house up and move it somewhere else--should the house sell.

When I first moved here, I hated this place. The winters were so brutal and depressing. Now it's all sort of growing on me. Maybe I'm just saying that because it's Spring now...I'm not sure. The prairie dogs, the deer, the Tiger Lillies growing in my yard--I kinda like it here (I think?)

Here I am, one week shy of my 27th birthday, sitting with uncertainty. Where will we move to? Will the house sell? Blah Blah Blah...it's kind of exhausting. If I sit and think too long, I'll drive myself nuts.

I used to to complain about living in an apartment the size of a shoebox. Now I complain that I have too much space. I can't win.

A few weeks ago, I thought it was be cool to move our bed in front of the windows. I don't know why, but it seemed like a great idea at the time. I enjoy waking up to a room flooded with light.

What I didn't bargain for, was that three weeks later I would wake up feeling like a chicken on a rotisserie. I mean, I was fucking cooking when I woke up yesterday! So...I moved the bed again...away from the windows. Last night the dog tried jumping on furniture that wasn't there. Ooof!

Anyway...I have a new poem up on The Guild of Outsider Writers. Check it out.

It's fun to play with cameras on rainy days!

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