April 1st, 2009

monsters

Notes From the Aboveground

Where I Am

Lava Hot Springs in Idaho. My first time in Idaho! Only four states left till I've seen all 50--Montana, the Dakotas, and Alabama. mishamish --the only way I can think of Alabama being a destination is with you as shaman-guide.

What I Am Doing

Having a day off...sort of. No shows or travel, just hot springs. And a short story that landed on my plate a few days back with an absurd deadline. But it is an honest to god steampunk story, which I am trying to make actually punk. It is a project I can't pass up...so I wurkz.

What I Am Thinking

About writing, a lot. And posting. And such.

I was asked to write a poem today--which is of the yay. My poetry policy these days is: if you ask me for it, I will make it. But my time being as it is, I'm not really dreamily scribbling away in my garret stanzas of purple perpetuity, you know? So if you are an editor and want a poem from me--ask.

My former self would have found this a horrible state of affairs. Mercenary. Not True to the Muse. But it is where I am. I want to post a long thing about that, but I feel like I can't post anything till I catch up on show posts.

And yet I keep thinking I should write more Oracles poems, now that I've seen more of America. It makes me smile to see elisem's oracle prompt all over my flist after talking about this last night.

What's Coming Up


Our first Seattle show is at Soul Food Books on Thursday at 7pm. Please, please come! This is my first time home to Seattle in SEVEN YEARS. It might be another seven before I'm back. I want to see and meet you all!

We will also be doing a special stealth show at Gasworks Park on Saturday the 4th at 2 pm, followed by tea.

Our third show, which will be full of special awesome is Sunday April 05, 2009 — 8-10pm, hosted at The Annex by the Center for Sex Positive Culture. It will be a naughty show.

AND we're coming to Norwescon! We have a giant concert-reading-extravaganza on Friday the 10th from 3-5. But everyone will be there, so don't miss it, though it is at a slightly weird hour.

You guys have been asking me to come to Seattle for years--so I want to see faces!

What Else Is Coming Up

My 30th birthday, which is May 5th. I'm a freak about birthdays--several in my childhood were forgotten, so I'm always convinced no one will remember, or that they will remember, but just won't care. I recognize this is silly. But every year I'm convinced it will happen. Despite having some wonderful birthdays in my twenties--it's just the little girl in me who is convinced she belongs in the corner. Especially on this one, since it's a milestone birthday. Historically, I've spent milestone birthdays alone. This is the first year I'm having nothing to do with the planning of my birthday party. I literally have no idea what's going on beyond a date. So justbeast  is in charge. All I know is that the party is on May 9th in NYC--if you want to come and didn't get a Save the Date evite, let me know.

And not to be lame, but I always really appreciate cards--see above freak--and if you want to get me something, I have an Amazon wishlist, and also yarn/fiber-arts things. If you are an artisan of any kind, what I would most like is something you have made, your craft, your love. That is by far the best thing. Obviously I will give out my address if asked.

I don't have much angst about turning 30--I accomplished what I wanted to accomplish by that age. But I believe in marking important dates, in demarcating time, in ritual, and I'm trying not to wibble that no one will come or care or know. I r 30. Am srs adult nau.

Lastly


I am running a poetry writers' workshop at Wiscon. There are very few people signed up. Please sign up so that they can do this--it's their first time trying to include poetry in the mix. I am a good teacher, and love to do it.

If 5 people sign up, I will bake cookies and bring one of my own terrible juvenalia poems for everyone to laugh at.

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Cleveland

The thing that really struck me about the Cleveland show was how damn much I miss my friends.

Don't get me wrong. I love my island. I love Maine, I love the Atlantic and my new life. But seeing everyone together in one room almost brought me to tears, and there were not enough hugs to go around. Sitting in theferrett 's living room after the show and laughing with everyone I thought: this room right now is my happy place.


Happy Cat is happy. khiron1416  is huggable.

The show itself went wonderfully--Mac's Backs has supported us since the very beginning, and hosted our very first reading-concert back in the time known as the day. We completely crammed their space full of people--I joked that this was the Fire Hazard Tour, since we've been over capacity in every show east of the Mississippi. The songs went well--late arrivals meant not being able to do the light and sari tricks of the Boston show, so we had flourescents again, but s00j  rocked the place--especially Casimira, which stuns me every time she sings it, how much terror and passion she puts into a single song--and we sold a ton of books. hooks_and_books  brought me what I suspect is leftover Casimira's Flag yarn (the lovely shawl he made for the art auction).

Easily the coolest bit of the night was bec76 , zoethe , theferrett , and zodar  arriving with interlocking hennaed city pieces on their arms.



bec76  even wrote bits of fiction for each location. It has happened a few times, that lovers and poly families have come to the shows be-mapped, and that awes me and makes me so happy, to have written about these loves and lives that so many of us have and must keep secret, and have that very act become a way for them to mark themselves and show themselves--there is nothing more awesome and humbling.

Many people I didn't know were there, which is always a good sign. But the thing I kept noticing was how many people I loved were there, people I love and don't get to see every week anymore. I cna't even list them all. They didn't have to come, but they did, and I didn't get to see them enough this time. Cleveland is hardly paradise--some serious relationship drama going down back home kept it from being a totally stress-free homecoming. But it was home to me for so long, and I miss everyone. Terribly.

You know, it's no coincidence that I write about this city where people who cannot meet in the real world can touch.
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