Soon, the Handymen Will Takeover the World

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I'm still waiting on David's book. One of these days the communication occurring between Leucrota Press and Amazon will meet up and the world will be right again. I don't know who messed up. I just want my book. I want to read it and smell its pages and, most of all, I want to mainline that story. 

I am also waiting on an edited submission for Inkshed. 

There is a lot of waiting going on. I could be writing. I should be writing, but the thought of it is tiresome. Got the rejection letter from SIU yesterday. Hard to keep going, keep pushing myself. It just seems so much easier to play my guitar than to punch out a story. I've looked at my writing and a lot of it reads like I'm trying to copy my way into The New Yorker. I'm going to take the almost-two-weeks until the zine comes out to elegantly move out of my own way and let the writing spill. 

Fast writing and slow editing is what I need. 

Though I am not writing on the page, I am writing in my head. I have been thinking about a few short stories and the novel and also, a few poems. 

Poems is right. I used to write poetry for myself sometimes. Gave up on it for a while.

It was actually David's poetry that told me

even a fiction writing major can write

P-O-E-M-S.

Where do you get permission?

• Peers?
• Famous authors?
• Do you need permission at all anymore?

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