To be clear, I screamed out of excitement, but it does also look like a snake monster.
This feels appropriate. Things are blooming around here. I'm going to send my thesis advisor a chunk of poems and an explanation of my book today, and then I'm going into the type lab to cut paper and letterpress print one of my poems. B and I are going back to Birmingham to celebrate his birthday early, and next week I'm reading with other Artifice writers, and then I'm driving out to Atlanta to stay with one of my closest friends for a few days. I've been reading and writing and swimming in rivers and biking to campus and cooking. After a creatively dry summer, my brain is moving again. Is it the start of the school year? Can I replicate this feeling without a new semester every few months? Or—my secret hope—will life outside of school feel like this all the time?