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Hello, all!  Here's my (still) much neglected web site of all things Mel.  Life is still chaotic (with me joining the ranks of motherhood and feverishly working on my dissertation), and I realize I haven't been updating myself here the way I should.  I'll try to do better in 2012.
 
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--Mel
 
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Monday, March 26, 2012

More horn-tooting
So this week I've emerged from my bitterness sauna and into my horn-tooting studio. (God, sometimes I really miss playing the trumpet...) Another of my scifaiku got published in inkscrawl, a short poetry journal that publishes a lot of wonderful stuff. So, hurrah for scifaiku! And regular haiku! And all the short poetry forms I can get my hands on while I slog through my never-ending dissertation! Seriously, writing small is a wonderful break from writing enormous sentences about Shakespeare and Falstaff and archives and dramatic personae. You don't even want to know...
8:30 am pst

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Bitter as hell...
You know, I think there are people who expect me to be a bitter, awful person. This may be because I'm completely paranoid, or because at heart I *am* a bitter, awful person. Really. Like Dryden, I feel nothing but bile-filled rage toward the many hacks out there who are enjoying more success than me. Said hacks know who they are. Then I wonder to myself if I'm just a talentless hack, and that's why no one listens to or understands or cares about my work besides me. THAT'S why I get rejections left and right. THAT'S why many of my sentences make my innards wrench with pain when I read them a few days (hours/minutes/seconds) later. Hackitude. I have no excuse for that.

Then there's the bitterness. That could be contributing to my voice-shrieking-in-the-wilderness lack of appreciators. Or maybe it's a fun combination of human misery and unpleasantness...

But then again, I've had a modicum of success, too. I always have to admit that, because I know of plenty of strong writers who've had little-to-no success, and I'm sure they'd be pissed if they knew I was whining about my own bitterness. Bitterness, in fact, is quite the sauna of egotism--retreat and luxuriate in your own personal snit. Bitterness may be almost as good as writing. Maybe even better!

Aw, crumbcakes...probably should retract what's in this whole post and go lolligag in my bitterness sauna. No one's a hack. I love all writers and writing, even when it kicks me in the teeth. Everything is chocolate ice cream and mangoes.

No, that doesn't work, either. Back to bitterness...
6:30 pm pst

Monday, March 5, 2012

Two new bits of news
Time to toot my own horn again: this time it's for scifaiku, that speculative offshoot of haiku. I just got a scifaiku into Abyss & Apex, an excellent online journal I've been admiring from afar. Also, several scifaiku were accepted to Poetry Planet, an SF poetry podcast that I adore. So happy news all around. Hurrah!
9:37 am pst

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Whence my freed Soul to her bright Sphere shall fly,
Through boundless Orbs, eternal Regions spy,
And like the Sun, be All one glorious Eye.
 
--Nahum Tate, King Lear

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