Self has been reading Eunoia Review for several years now.
She loves the writing. They publish poetry (beautiful poetry) and a kind of prose self considers “TransGenre.” Fits right up her alley. Ever since self heard the word “TransGenre,” a few years back (Hotel Amerika featured her piece “Ghosts” in their TransGenre issue, and gave a name to the kind of short short stuff self had just begun writing), she loves the word. TransGenre: not sure if you need to capitalize the “G.”
Which reminds her: She has to look and see if Hotel Amerika is at the AWP Book Fair!
She didn’t know anything about the editor, Ian Chung, until he sent her a message yesterday, saying the two pieces he’d accepted for the review were going live this week.
That’s when she decided to google him and found out that he edits the review from Singapore!
She wants to make sure she puts this announcement in before heading to the craziness of the AWP annual conference, this year being held in Seattle.
Self’s head is about to explode. She got a message from PANK late last night, and then just remembered she hadn’t yet submitted her signed author contract to Philippine Speculative Fiction vol. 9, and it’s due Mar. 1.
Panic attack! Nice panic attack, though.
This morning, she decided that the best thing for her to calm down would be to take a yoga class, and lo and behold, she got to Peacebank in downtown Redwood City, five minutes early, but after she checked in, there was no space. Wall to wall yoga mats, and no one wanted to budge even a few inches to give her a chance to squeeze in. Stone-faced, all!
The two people manning the check-in desk looked so impatient when self said there was no space. They said, maybe you can ask someone to move? Are you kidding? Did you see the grim-faced visage of everyone in the class when they saw self stumble in, clue-less and panting?
Which meant: good-by, yoga class! Au revoir! Till we meet again! Whenever or wherever!
In the meantime, self almost forgot: the link to Eunoia Review!
Here it is, dear blog readers. Enjoy.