May 30-June 4, 2010:

Writing news:

A picture book sold, a picture book rejected. (Not the same one, of course.) Karmic balance. The sold one is A Bear Sat On My Porch Today to Handprint/Clarion. Happy dance!

Also I wrote about 6,000 words on the novel Snow in Summer, bringing me to chapter 6.

Heard that the revision on Curses Foiled Again was excellent and only a very few things left to do on it, which I shall get done by early next week.

There were more poems to write for Bug Off!  Done. Jason sent some more interesting bug pictures.

And some poems for the revision of the revision for Last Laughs: Animal Epitaphs. Did my part. Now it’s J. Patrick Lewis’ turn.

Otherwise very quiet in Publishing Town.

What Am I Reading?

Finished an Ian Rankin non-Rebus mystery I quite liked.

Now into Mira Bartok’s memoir, The Memory Palace, which is heartbreaking, brilliant, a compulsive read. She and her sister escaped a parnoid schizophrenic mother after basically raising themselves. And then Mira was in a horrible car accident that left her with a traumatic brain injury that took away much of her memory and language  and she had to retrain herself when all that was left to her were fragments of both. Luckily, as an artist, she had visual cues to help. I happen to know Mira, and this memoir is a visceral body blow, gorgeously written.  But one need not know her to be stunned by the beauty of the book.

Scotland, Scotland, Scotland:

A few rainy bits, but lots of brilliant sunshine. I have had dinner with dear, dear Debby and Bob Harris, tea and breaking waves over the seawall with Christine and John, tea and laughter with Janie Douglas, a formal dinner with interesting people at Grant Milne’s house in the town center, and a dinner tonight still to come with Elaine.

A new tv box installed, another go-round with a whonky Internet connection, and the discovery that a good deal of money was stolen from me, I believe it happened when my bags went through the Continental security check since they were constantly with me everywhere else.

Flowers are blooming beautifully in the garden, though the heavy and unexpectedly snowy winter killed my big rosemary bush and my lavender plants. So Wednesday I must go and restock.

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