I'm feeling kind of emptied out.
Over the last ten years I've published five books of my own writing, plus 3 volumes of interviews I curated. There have also been some assorted chapbooks, uncollected poems, interviews, etc. It's been a very productive time.
Still...I have no ideas at the moment.
Thought can't be forced with good results. This I know. I've tried.
So, while I wait for any kind of response to Appearances, I'm thinking to try and focus on what I can do...namely my inept exploration of the guitar.
Today I spent an inordinant amount of time grooving with a jam track to no one's advantage. It felt pretty good.