Literally, heart trouble. I have been having scary health issues since December 27. Four ER visits, almost a week in the hospital (I've never stayed in the hospital for more than a night that I can remember). Bailey Moore, editor at PAST TEN, solicited a piece from me on what I was doing on January 25, 2014, and against all odds I got it in by the due date, today. I wrote more about my current heart troubles than about what I was doing then (impossible to remember, though I should have tried to unearth my journals). It comes out on the 25th.
BULB CULTURE COLLECTIVE brought out a mini-interview today to accompany their reprint of my story "Raney's Imaginary Friend." I got a really nice note from Robert Erle Barham at CURRENT praising "Randall's Commute" in some detail (and asking if I have anything else for Current, which solicited me a while ago and published "What Grows on Trees"). It's nice to be thinking about writing and not my precarious health. A shock to cross over from the land of the relatively healthy to the land of the unwell. To suddenly come face to face with mortality like this. I suppose it's something I've been writing about since the beginning of the pandemic, but I've never felt it so keenly. Comments are closed.
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