It’s been rollercoaster weather here, the sun melting the snow, temperatures rising – and then shifting back to winter, the frost snapping its fingers. Last night, 15cm of snow, snow so thick in the air that it looked like a deep fog. <\/p>\n
I edited 6-ish pages of novelette yesterday, but apart from that it’s been quiet on the writing front, this past week. I’ve recovered from my ear infection, thank goodness. But right after, another mishap: before the snowfall yesterday, I slipped on the ice outside despite walking carefully. Nothing bad: a slightly bruised arm and thigh. But the fall jolted my body, and today all my chronic-pain muscles have been giving me hell. Grrrr. <\/p>\n
Just a couple of recs tonight. <\/p>\n
Poetry: I’ve been reading old issues of Stone Telling<\/em>. Both of the following poems are rather grim, but beautiful: Eliza Victoria’s prose poem Sodom Gomorrah<\/a>, and Sonya Taaffe’s Persephone in Hel<\/a>. <\/p>\n (The latter poem reminds me: I wrote a poem related to Persephone earlier this year; I should submit it somewhere…)<\/p>\n