Some People

This past week, yesterday especially, has been a steady slew of other people's problems. Telephone calls, e-mails and late dinnertime conversations. The stars must be working overtime and sending them my way. I'm not complaining, but by yesterday evening I was exhausted. Chris and I went out for drinks before dinner (something we usually don't do with just the two of us). Hell, I even turned down a last-minute trip to the nickel slots with the in-laws to stick around and offer consolation about layoffs. OK karma police, I've been on good behavior.


Here's a hint for all you folks with books coming out, if I mention that I'd like to write a review, be sure to send me a copy. Don't do nothing and make me go on Amazon and get it. How many reviews do you think most poetry books get? I know I'm not writing for the New York Times but NewPages gets thousands of readers. It's an opportunity. So help yourself out. Sure, I will buy it, I buy lots of books. But there's something about making a girl feel special that would work in your review favor. Someone should post that on Foetry. "Books sent with endearing inscriptions induce stellar reviews. Unfair!"