This is going to be a short and sweet entry. I am trying to figure out a title for my second collection of poetry with no luck … literally. The title I felt so married to — Lucky You — is already a title of a novel by Carl Haissen. Carl … if you read this … contact me. I respect your work very much … you are one of the most popular authors with my patrons at the Library where I work. You are the man … a man who beat me to the title Lucky You. I would be honored to chat with you … and by the way, do you know Christopher Moore personally? I would like to chat with him as well.
My inability to come up with a title prevented me from submitting the Ms. to the Motherwell Fence Books Competition. However, I am making myself feel a little better in the knowledge that their next competition is due Jan. 30. I will be so ready … like the boxer in training for all his days … and I have a good (however false) feeling about 2007. Ciao.