pandemic dreams

I've been recording my pandemic dreams, the ones I remember (sometimes as many as three a night). They've become more mundane. Lately I've been writing in my dreams. (And writing when I'm awake. The Kathy Fish Fast Flash Reunion fertilized some new work that I would never have written otherwise.) Often I find myself somewhere (a bookstore, a library, a hair salon) and realize I've forgotten to maintain my shelter in place. Not surprising since all of California seems to be reopening, ominous COVID statistics notwithstanding.

A couple of disappointing rejections.

Tons of reading for the Black Lawrence Press chapbook competition, which I need to have completed in six days. The usual weekly reading load for CRAFT. And for my writing group, which is going strong, meeting every two weeks via Skype. Work ramping up for my new editorial position, which I'll announce some time closer to July 15.