I can’t think of a single person I know who hasn’t heard my rambling that I would one day release my first poetry anthology. I’ve talked about it for two years. I’ve edited dozens of poems I’ve squirreled away and each of those poems can still use a lot more editing…but I’ve done it. I’ve finally self-published my first ebook poetry anthology entitled “What Makes a Mean Girl.”
In the time I obsessively worked on the completion of this anthology I ignored or missed out on some important things – bills, grocery shopping, friends birthday parties, activism events, among others. I would like to apologize to those people I promised socialization or any other form of interaction with in the time it took me to complete my anthology. I didn’t know it at the time, but my work had no intention of letting me go anywhere until it was finished.
Thank you Chris Loving-Life and Benjamin Dover for allowing me to use some of your beautiful photography for the anthology. Thank you Lily Lago for allowing me to use some of your amazing digital artwork.
This is my first self-publication but won’t be my last. I have a lot of exciting projects on the way including a 2nd edition of this anthology with more poems, more photography, and more artwork that I hope to publish by this time next year.
Thank you Will Blackhill for the cover design.
Loosing myself in a story is like bobbing face down on the surface of the ocean and seeing a different life play out underneath.
My inspiration tonight has been:
The way the fan’s influence blows the open bedroom door back and forth slightly.
The feeling of a harmless bug or two crawling on me.
How much I don’t like Dr. Who even though all my friends do.
When I wrote:
From two in the morning until after dawn.
Why I wrote: because I couldn’t sleep without doing so. I tried to sleep briefly, but woke up repeatedly before I realized writing could exhaust my mental rambling.
What I’ve written:
At first just thoughts, then environmental details that turned into an entire completed first draft of a story, two amateur songs, another mostly completed first draft of an ultra-short story, then this.
I’m organizing my thoughts better. I’m able to pull my imagery into cohesive pieces and framework rather than spouting out random details that go nowhere. It helps that tonight I’m determined to finish whatever I start writing rather than putting down an outline or a few scenes and expecting to finish it later. With poetry, short stories or articles it’s best to write everything I can while it’s fresh in my mind. If my fanfiction is any indication, I may never return to a project. Maybe that’s why I’m so reluctant to sleep.