| 11-2-01 I had a nice reading tonight. I read the short story I published in Bridge, and it went well. Attended by a small, but dedicated literary crew - writing where no man or woman has written before. Or something like that. I met the artist, Ralph Syverson, who did the illustrations that were included with my story in the Bridge, and he said he'd be happy to give me the originals of the drawings (which are of monkeys). I thought that was really cool of him, but I told him I'd give him a copy of my book in trade for the art. His name is Ralph Syverson, and you can check out his art at www.sweetspotgallery.com. I sold three other copies of my book at the reading, so that was also cool. I met a poet named frank dicostanzo, who gave me a copy of his chap book of poetry in partial trade for a copy of Zamboni. His chap book was published by the ubiquitous Jason Pettus. I also joined a webring today. You'll find the link at the bottom of this page, under the Archives. I don't know if those things really work, if people really jump around and read lots of journals, but hopefully there are enough obsessive compulsive people out there that I might get a few new readers. I guess you never know. Sometimes I feel like I'm just talking to myself. Well…and 3 of my friends. Hi Seth, Billy, and Tony. I decided to cut down the number of bookstores in Chicago carrying my book. The big one is Barbara's Bookstore. Fuck them. The head office in New Mexico took 6 months to pay me. That's so lame. I hope this doesn't sound like sour grapes, but I had to call them and harass them like 20 times before they finally sent me a check. Most of the people who work in Barbara's Bookstores here in Chicago are really cool (especially the poet named Dennis Kim who gave me a fantastic review there), but getting paid by their head office is like having your appendix removed without anesthetic. Fuck it, it's not worth the suffering. Well, it's been a long week, and I am now going to crash hard. Goodnight. |
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