It’s about time.
So the fourth fit (or chapter, or issue, or episode) was finished at lunch today, taken out and rejiggered a bit during an overlong, I admit it, afternoon break (the stinger needed cutting, and I hadn’t the heart at lunch), marked up once more after the first printed copy hit the hopper (she ends two exhortations in a row with comma here? Jesus), and, finally, run off in bulk on cheap white paper. It’s sitting on the living room floor now, along with various covers and the innards of the first three. The cats don’t know what to make of it. Neither do I.
It’s slated to start here on the 25th of September, after the first three have re-run their course. —If you’d rather read it sooner, well. I could always mail you a copy. (I’d also like to take this opportunity to point out that there’s a bouquet available, as well: the first four chapbooks all in one go for the price of three. And to remind you that the pieces of paper currently befuddling the cats will be assembled and stapled and neatly stacked on a table at the Portland Zine Symposium next weekend.)
But hell: it’s done. Now for sleep, and then a plane flight to an undisclosed location near the Canadian border, and three or four days of lakewater and front porches and “Palmcorder Yajna” on heavy rotation. Just the thing to prime the pump for five.
—posted 6669 days ago
