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Sunday, June 14, 2020
DAY EIGHT-FIVE OF CORONAVIRUS ISOLATION = DAY THIRTY-ONE OF MY OWN #THROWDOWN WITH #COVID-19 (#SECRET #REVEALED)
• BodyPolitic COVID19 Support Group: https://www.wearebodypolitic.com/covid19
Friday, June 12, 2020
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Saturday, May 30, 2020
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Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Monday, May 25, 2020
Massive sweating last night, puddles and waves, but I washed up on shore this morning feeling like I swam through that rough ocean. I hope this mean the sucker is gone in the waves...Today, I remember everyone who suffered in The Battle Corona, and especially those poor souls who lost their lives. May they be in a better place now.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Friday, May 22, 2020
- Loss of smell
- Loss of taste
- Low oxygen saturation
- Extreme fatigue Headache
- Eyes tearing up when changing body position
- Lack of appetite
- Sore back
- Sore spot between the shoulders
- Burning muscles
- Burning back
- Stomach aches
- Tingling numbness in hands and arms
- Profuse bouts of sweating
- Red sore eyes with a feeling of sand in them
- Cognitive issues (not sharp, don’t get things, loss of words, fogginess)
- Sore throat
- Mania—a feeling of being revved or jacked up physiologically
- Insomnia (never had before in my life/weird)
- Skin rash all over (itchy and red)
- Covid toes (very mild but itchy and a tiny bit red)
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Sunday, May 17, 2020
Monday, May 11, 2020
Monday, May 4, 2020
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Thursday, April 16, 2020
I wanted to do my report on my head, since this whole thing is feeling upside down about now. Yoga teachers will not approve of the hat, the glasses, the fact that I am not quite on the crown of my head perfectly. Also, my rib cage and gut should be back toward my spine, as I reach my toes to heaven, which I am not quite doing here. Oh well, as they say, progress not perfection.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Sunday, April 12, 2020
GO TO 1:22:21 in the video above to see my partner tell a story in a story slam last night.
Provincetown, Massachusetts has its own version of "The Moth," called "The Mosquito". This virtual event is usually performed on stage in front of an audience, but...well, you know. I think it came off better than SNL At-Home, don't you?
Hosted by the famous Provincetown Theater.
Watch to the end for a little surprise with a cameo of yours truly....
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Writers group last night was great! No takers for an LROD writer's group? I guess that seems like we'd sit around and reject each other, but that's not what I had in mind. Well, whatevs. Hope you all are doing well into Week Three of this thing.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Throwback to #Rejection Days: This Lady Thinks I'm Working Out My Issues, Not Writing a Proper Memoir (Pfft...lady....Pfft)
I don't like the ligatures...see the "ing" and the "and"? They look weird. I need to fix that, but I think it could be okay.
Anyhoodle....just for old time's sake, in case you think getting published once, twice, or thrice changes things for Writer Rejected and all you writing mice out there, it doesn't. Here are some rejections I got for my book about disinheritance that no one wanted.
This lady was like: The author is working out her mental issues, not crafting a memoir. And this was from a WOMEN'S imprint. Pfft...mean.
|(Now rejections come by text from Secret Agent Man)|
Funny: I thought it was the most commercial thing that ever happened to me. Ha!
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Friday, April 3, 2020
p.s. I mentioned in the above video that I'm working on a graphic novel. The story is this: I had a tenth grade art teacher who convinced me I wasn't a real artist, even though I LOVED to draw and hang out in the studio with the arty kids, who were the real deal. The thing was that I didn't really care (probably for the only time in my life) whether or not I was any good. It was just a joyful thing for me, something I did in childhood all the time. But he said I needed to work on my skills and not just convince myself that my work was good. He was harsh, so I quit his class and never went back. Unfortunately, I never drew again. I remembered this incident a few months ago when people from my hometown were posting about their favorite teachers on Facebook, and the guy's name was mentioned. I thought, "F that!" I'm going to draw again. This little book came pouring out of me, and I was obsessed for three months with working on it. Now, I have a prototype of the book, which needs work. It looks like this:
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Better mood today because of writers' group last night on Zoom. Should we start a writers' group on LROD? Anyone interested...we'd all be strangers, but everyone here is a friend. If you're interested put your email address in the comments and I'll organize something.
Monday, March 23, 2020
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Also, today, a shout out to my dear, sweet friend Risa Denenberg, a poet, but also a nurse in Washington State. She and I go back to the AIDS Epidemic as members of the protest group, ACT UP, and as besties.
She had recently retired from nursing, so I checked in via email:
ME: Are you okay? Shelter in place? Not working the front lines, I hope, but writing poetry.
RISA: So would you really expect me to not work during a medical crisis? I am being careful. I promise.
So, let's all take a moment to say a little prayer or give the universe a vibe of gratitude for all those nurses and medical folks working to help those who have symptoms of this virus.
(Thank You, Risa. Please be careful.)