Third at last night’s slam, and September is flying by. Have two months to prep for semi-finals, four to prep for the Women of the World poetry slam qualifier. It’s so much easier to slam with a body of work to choose from, rather than what I managed to scribble out over the course of the week. I still need to work on performance and memorization, but I’ve decided firmly that it’s much better to have the paper on stage with me than find myself panicking and lost without it.
Scheming with bay area friends, it seems as though I might be haunting the Individual World Poetry Slam in Berkeley soon (with their very generous financing). Sending out millions and millions of coverletters and resumes in the meanwhiles….
Life feels back to the usual unusuals- drinking too much tea, spending time with Cali and Oliver, Ruth and Dave, never feeling quite like I’ve gotten enough done. I’m already much better about supporting myself rather than guilting myself all the time. Writing has been taking a bit of a back seat to getting a job, but that’s to be expected. Almost all of the writing for Army of Nursery rhymes is done, and I’ve been seeing Dax’s sketches for the cover and trembling with anticipation.