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Long time, no time, le blogger! My website "links" page has more or less taken the place of writing updates. It's been a busy spring in the home office, where pajamas are mandatory and showers...need to happen more often. In recent weeks, the noise of the Brood X cicadas has made it hard to concentrate; it is as if they have hypnotized us and now all we can think about is mating and dying. Not all that different from everyday life, if you boil it down. 

 

I made this using Microsoft Paint; it got four (edited: TWO) likes on Twitter; a gratifying experience. Still a good use of my time, as it has made me laugh for several days in a row. Brood X!

 

 Here's what's up & where:

    A new humor piece at Points in Case: I Am the Mom in the Mop Commercial, and I Am Ready to Be the Mom in the Vacation Commercial

    Satiric opinion in The Washington Post: Hope you're enjoying March Madness here in Indianapolis. Could you move that mask up?

     A review of William Cooke's new book, Canary in the Coal Mine, for Indianapolis Monthly

    A review of Never Far Away by Michael Koryta, Indiana Authors Awards Book Reviews

    A poem, "Missing Trees," in Doubleback Review

 

 And here's what's coming soon: 

    A review of Leah Johnson's new YA novel, Rise to the Sun, in the July issue of Indianapolis Monthly 

    "Gone for Good," short fiction in Purdue University's Sycamore Review, where many moons ago I was the nonfiction editor

    "Side B," an essay scheduled for the fall 2021 issue of River Teeth

 

Now listening: 

"All My Favorite Songs" by Weezer (can't stop singing it: "All my favorite songs are slow and sad/all my favorite people make me mad...I don't know what's wrong with ME, do ooo ooo..." My 8 YO: "Well, THAT'S negative." Me: "Yet upbeat! I don't know what's wrong with ME, do ooo ooo, do ooo ooo.")

 

 

Current mood:

Hélio Castroneves’ Indy 500 win at 46 shows getting old is far from a sin

 

A fellow 46-yr-old! So true: Keep breathing & believing. #NotASin

In which I want a crepe but do not get one

Indianapolis Monthly has just made me swoon, via "The Dish," with mention of banana and Nutella crepes. It is too late to get some, hour-wise. Must distract self. And perhaps you!

Me, in words:
A headline poem, "Monkeys Ponder What Could Have Been," in Gargoyle 57

An interview with PANK Magazine, at their blog

Short fiction, "Arrested Development," in Midwestern Gothic

Me, in events:
I'm teaching two "Get Started" sessions at the Indianapolis Central Library on Saturday, from 1-2:30 p.m., and also from 3-4:30 p.m. This is part of the Indiana Authors Award event. Very excited to attend the dinner. Business attire is recommended! I do not know exactly what this means, which is part of the excitement.

And, I'm teaching a session on the essay at the Gathering of Writers, a fantastic annual event put on by the Writers' Center of Indiana.

(I still want those crepes. Man.)