Past the halfway point…

I’ve gotten about 19 poems transcribed for Set List. And I’m pleased–though a bit upset, too; I’ve been going at a slower pace the past couple of days. I’ve been debating whether to expand, but I think it best to concentrate on the poems I’ve already designated for this volume. If there is an “Encore,” it will happen after I’ve gotten all the work onto flash drive.

I’ve also–finally, finally–gotten an interview. It’s a seasonal position at Williams-Sonoma, but still…now I want to redouble my efforts at FYE, Anthoropologie, and elsewhere.
And speaking of the holiday season, let me confess: I am not looking forward to the hype, the frenzy, the overall push to produce the glossy, perfect, shiny-happy tableaux touted by Norman Rockwell, Frank Capra, and Martha Stewart. Oh, I do look forward to seeing the trees lit in and around Coral Gables (and it is lovely to see decorated houses on foot), watching A Christmas Carol and It’s A Wonderful Life, listening to Vince Guaraldi’s music…and I like the idea of a little DIY decorating–how to keep the cat out of evergreen arrangements, there’s a sticky one…!

I just don’t like the feeling of compulsory merriment, forced togetherness, and false jolliness. That’s all. And that dislike has gotten stronger over time.

Gentle readers, I ask: how do you get through the period between now and New Year’s? Please. Do tell. I’m curious.