a few fragments of a random morning...Happy Halloween, by the way

I have often joked about how Halloween is an unlucky day for me, several anecdotes about misfortunes in my life focusing on that day. The truth is, it is merely coincidental awareness, not a pattern. So, the odds of my still being alive tonight are pretty good.

I am still assimilating the votes on the tracks for NEMICORN. Fascinating to look at the comments and what they reveal that I do not know about friends, peers and the general public. I try to avoid taking people's comments too seriously, otherwise I'd be insane by now, just from the internal conflicts...er, I'm not already insane?

Neurotic, not psychotic. One of the joys of being a creative artist, you are expected to be a little off the beaten path. Considering some of the paths I've seen, lately, I'm delighted to be out of that mainstream.

E.J. wrote up a release about my current projects, the HGTV quote and next week's poetry event at Barnes & Noble. Then he sent it out under my email. I will have to flog him, publicly. I realize using my mailbox might open a few more doors, but I run the risk of looking nuts when I refer to myself in the third person. It didn't help Bob Dole. Of course, neither did the Viagra ads he took on...while his wife was prepping to run for President...did we really need to know about her husband's penis while she was trying to get us to take her seriously?

Dante called this morning...three times in less than a week, after 13 years of no calls. I am, in a word, delighted. My children are precious to me in a sense that I have no words for me (which is pretty alien, considering my talents and temperament).