Cold-Blooded Old Times

Doesn’t that kick ass?

I know I’ve been gone a while, and I won’t be coming back soon.  I waver between shunning the internet completely (nearly) again and accepting it.  Mostly I’m able to resist the urge to click things, sometimes.  I’d get more done if I went into exile again, I know.

I’ve been waiting to post until I have news, but news is a long time coming.  So in the meantime I thought I’d just bring you all up to speed as to what I’m doing.

• Writing a novella.  As I Lay Dying meets Antigone meets me.
• Editing the third book.
• Working on semi-experimental poetry. For me, that is.  Which is still pretty stiff.
• Realizing how damned insular and irrelevant an English class can be.  Interesting topic, boring friggin’ students.  First day of class not a word was spoken that would matter to the outside world.  Everything they put forth will only go so far as another university.  That drives me up a wall.

I rode a horse a few Sundays back, had a good time with that.  Went to Joshua Tree with a friend of mine from Ohio, Coffee, for you old-time blog readers.  Had some baked beans over a campfire and ate them with my bowie knife, since I forgot spoons (among other things).  A great experience, though, eating beans at a campfire.  I’m going back in a week or so, as part of a group of poets.  We’re gonna be writing about the desert, presenting it at an opening art center in Riverside.  Read a bunch of books over Spring Break.  Gonna try to write a review of one, get it up on The Rumpus.  So, see, I’m a busy guy.

Should have that novel excerpt out for you to read soon.  I’ve got some short stories floating in the ether right now, hopefully they’ll get published soon.

Anyway.  I’m alive.  Will continue to be for the foreseeable future.  Hope you’ll be, too.