My new book, I’ve Got the Blues: Looking for Justice in a Red State, came out in early March. It’s a collection of my essays and poems published in The Oklahoma Observer. Almost as soon as the book arrived, I started cancelling plans to speak and sign. I also started rescheduling the poets invited to the monthly poetry reading I host.
A writer should be able to self-isolate, right? I have a nice husband and a loyal dog, but I’ve missed the gathering of poets and the art students who come to my husband’s studio.
Action has kept be going through the pandemic–a garden, canning, walking–but I’ve had trouble quieting my mind and even more trouble sitting to write. I’ve met deadlines, but I’ve written little poetry. I need this marathon to get back to my daily writing practice.
If you were wondering, the painting on the cover is my husband’s work. Not only is he a nice guy, but he’s talented, as well.