A flurry

After poking at my manuscript of Colombia poems for months, revising, reordering, writing new poems to fill it out, I have come to a much anticipated & scary moment: I've identified a small press to send it to!

Like friends who have slaved over doctoral dissertations, I could go on poking & smoothing & fussing indefinitely. But at some point it has to stop, at least long enough for my little manuscript to be printed out, tucked into a manila envelope, & be bundled off to be scrutinized by others. The publisher I've identified has an open reading period that ends in just a few days, so I have to do some serious work to finish up--make a glossary, trim down the intro, make sure the poems included are in their most recent & best-honed form, insert part pages.

It's a lot to do--yikes! Well, it's good to have a deadline. Wish me luck!