My chapbook, The Language of Exile, is available from Main Street Rag. I like to trade chapbooks. I want yours. I want it now ....

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who the heck
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2006-08-01, 8:20 a.m.:
I need to create some buzz. This viral-marketing thing isn't working.

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2006-07-31, 11:31 a.m.:
I have just one submission out there right now (because I received a rejection - though a very very nice rejection - but a rejection nonetheless - from The Cimarron Review), and when I have none (i.e. when the last sad no-thanks rolls back in to me) I am going to start writing again. It's not pretty, but there it is. I refuse to do a damn thing until I'm submissionless/hopeless.

In other, near-catastrophic news, Kaiser wrote and said that my insurance had been terminated, effective May 31 (y'all may recall I had surgery on JUNE 17th). There were many letters and forms to this effect. Though I received them all Friday, of course I did nothing so that I could suitably freak out about it all weekend. The hospital stay alone cost $33,000. And on top of all that, the xrays up the wazoo (though not OF the wazoo), the physical therapy, the ortho clinic visits, the rental of the various bone-stim stuff. Arrrgh! But I called first thing this morning - after coffee, with all my forms and facts in order, after a weekend of steeling myself with alcohol and poker and sleep and chocolate - and it's OK. It's OK, friends. Because I *did* pay for the past two months and the current month, just late. But not quite TOO late. Something about a three-day grace period. A miracle.

It would have been a, like, $50,000 bill. But it's not! Somehow off the hook! Isn't it bad enough, anyway, that I lost my engagement/wedding ring? I'm still sick to my stomach about that one. I feel like we can't get married anymore. As if I'm too irresponsible to marry.

Reading House of Sand and Fog. No idea how this started as I was first reading Quicksilver. But the thing is addictive. I'm jealous of all novel-writing, of all novel-writers, right now. I don't want to stand for it. I want to write my own novel. Damn it.

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2006-07-27, 11:12 a.m.:
I don't believe it about Floyd Landis, I just don't believe it.

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