Meetings, Meetings, Meetings--Novel, Niet Yet

I woke up late today, which is not surprising, because like many of you I am running on fumes.  I have also been getting up in the wee hours to work on my writing, which has been an amazing and joyful process.

Today, I also have a shitload of meetings through 6p.m., and sadly, I don't drink, before, during, or after meetings.  Right now I'm prepping for the one I am chairing, and need to draft the agenda and group activity for it.

If you missed my additions to my growing draft The Harvest, check them out.

Tonight, I am going to see Junot Diaz at UIC.  Tickets could still be on sale:  https://www.eventbrite.com/e/uic-latinx-heritage-month-connections-gala-with-junot-diaz-tickets-38063610283.  If you don't know Diaz's work, you can read "Monstro" which was published in the New Yorker:  "Monstro".  He is the reason I footnoted my translations in my short story collect, but my awesome sauce editor is asking me to consider a glossary, which makes more sense.  Duh.

Also, this Sunday, I was supposed to meet Chicago poets from the Revolutionary Poets Brigade, but I, como idiota magnanima, set a play date for my son.  Hmmm, maybe my friends could come after their meeting.  That is not a bad plan.

Here's to our ever busy lives and the stories that are birthed from them.  #Resist