I'm pretty sure it's time to wrap up things up for this little chapbook I've been working on. It's always hard to tell for me. One more poem? I'm sure I'll tinker it to death after every rejection I get. Ahh, probably start tinkerin' some more on it tonight. I'm obsessed. I think I'm calling it Abraham Lincoln's Death Scene. That title pretty much sums things up. I'll be sending it out soon, one place at a time. No rush on this really. I'd hope the book manuscript gets picked up first.
First though I need a printer to print the thing off. Mine finally died a slow and painful death. Besides, it was sooo 1998. A and I are going to go get a new one right now. A's got all the research notes for picking out a good one right there in her pocket. She always the prepared one.