For some reason, the Fall colors always seem to remind me of my age. I can't get enough of the trees turning yellows, browns, reds and all colors in between.
But now it seems to be affecting me in the spring as well. I can't help but notice the flowers every year, but these past few years I have been stopped in my tracks a few times by the flowering trees (crab and some others.) Not only are these things stunningly beautiful, but their aroma carries me away.
So, I am officially old. I'm the scary old guy taking pictures of crab trees.
But enough of that.
It's been a really interesting week from a writing standpoint. On Monday I signed the contract for the Reciting from Memory collection. The eBook is coming out at the end of May and features 40 poems. I can't wait to see how it comes out, especially the cover. I am busy putting the final touches on the dedication, acknowledgements and back cover reviews. I am also kicking the idea around of making a book trailer for it. Time to get the band back together - The Book Trailer Boys.
Then on Tuesday I got some really cool news. Electio publishing is putting together an anthology about the presence of God and Spirituality and my story, Mayo Days, and poem, You Took, were accepted for inclusion in it. The Mayo Days story is about my brother Rob's sickness, and for some reason, I think it's one of the best stories I've ever written. It jumps between past and present tense and just reads well. (Sure, I say this, and then no one will agree. Ha!)
Wednesday brought it's own little success when two of my "skinny" poems were accepted by The Skinny Poetry Journal. These are fun little poems that have to adhere to a certain formula. (See the link here for more on that format.)
Today I got an invitation to the debut of the Memory House Magazine in Chicago on 5/20. I had a couple of poems in that publication. I can't go, but it's nice to get an invite. Also, when I got home, my contributor copy of Steam Ticket came in the mail.
So the hits just keep on coming. I can't explain why things are going so well, but I'm okay with it. I'm doing something I love, sending it off and seeing what happens. I owe a debt of gratitude to the Monday Night AllWriters gang who critique my work every week as well as my wife who puts up with my weekly Saturday writing binges. It takes a village.
When I wake up lately, I take stock of my life and where I am at this point. I take a couple of minutes to inventory the things I have to be thankful for and I always come up well into the black. I've got my share of problems - an aging house, a couple of old vehicles and some mounting college debt, but those things are small compared to the things that are important. That's my story anyway, and I'm sticking to it.