Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

I stopped writing for a while.  Well, here I did.  Writing, though, is a daily occurrence.  There's a new novel in the works, even though I'm still committing guerilla warfare on trying to find an agent.  Or something like that.  More like they are committing omission by silence or bizarre notes of "we love what we read, but we can't take you."  Sounds like the story of my life.  Always.  Auto, rinse, repeat. There's a new academic piece coming out next month, or this. . . Depending on the press's literal press.  There's a new academic piece, part of the forthcoming monograph I have a soft offer on, coming out next fall.  My last monograph should hit paperback next month.  There's a short story under final review.  Wouldn't that be grand?  The one aspect of my life I haven't broken into the publishing world on that I always said was what I wanted to do. As of recent, I'm waking up from seven days in the hospit...

As it goes, life has been spinning faster than the speed of light. 2015 was filled with an array of changes, trips, writings, heartbreaks, and--well--just the speed of life.  I didn't send Holiday cards this year. If I had, paper ones would have looked like this digital one I posted via Instagram. Right column: 1. Vienna and Salzburg 2. Chezolslsvakia and Lublin, Poland (there's a hidden joke in the pic) 3. Boston and Salem 4. Garrison, NY and Manhattan 5.The Pope and Fall on campus and Pamakkule  Left column: 1. 2014's Swansong, Daffs in Spring, and Spring Pink 2. Poppies in Ankara, Ulus, Louisville, KY 3. Running Route in VA, trains, western Colorado 4. Half Marathon again, Connecticut sunset 5. Five mile trail in a half, NYC at dusk On the painted surface it was a beautiful year.  I was gone a lot this past year, as in I was physically home less than six months...not consecutively.  I plan to be gone more this year.  2015: Connecticut, Germany, Austria, Polan...