AWP?! AWP!

We’re over our flu, and just in time — AWP’s next week! I’ve never been, and what’s more, I haven’t traveled anywhere alone in 6 years! That’s right, Lance will be parenting solo for five whole days!

Three sentences, three exclamation marks — that’s how keyed up I am.

The most practical use of five days to myself would be 120 hours of uninterrupted sleep. More likely, I’ll barely sleep at all. It’s what I’m used to anyway, and I want to make the most of it. AWP!

I know there are those who scoff at / loathe / dread AWP, but I can’t wait. With so much of my poetry community existing in cyberspace, the opportunity to have so many of my poet friends in the same city at the same time and possibly the same room is a rare astonishment.

Please, visit me at the Book Fair — ┬áTupelo Press will be at Tables B35 – B38. Let’s make plans, have coffee, dinner, talk, go to some off-sites together! I promise to leave my explosives and explosive punctuation at home! With the kids, where I’m sure their father will make plentiful use of them.