Because I’ve been working on my doctoral dissertation in these last few days before the fall semester, I’ve not really written anything creatively. I received a rejection of my Avram Mendel piece this morning after submitting to that journal fourteen days ago. But during a night of insomnia, I began thinking about this genealogical memoir work as a whole, which pieces fit and which don’t. I came to the conclusion that maybe all the pieces about my father’s mother belong in one book according to my original 2015 book proposal plan, and that the #52snapshots belong elsewhere.
I have no writing sessions this week and am holing myself up over the Labor Day holiday weekend to work on my new novel in verse’s book proposal, which necessitates several new poems. But I know what they need to be, and I don’t think I need prompts for them.