The Maenad's Bone Garden

This morning I was nearly wrecked by a spam email. Let me unpack that. I am however passively what google calls a “local guide” I take lots of fucking pictures and do reviews of places I go and so on. This morning I opened my inbox and there was a thing from them; it said Gwendolyn we miss your point of view! And said it had been 90 days since my last contribution – I guess that means my “new phone” has now been out of service longer than it was functional.  But we live in an era. *I* live in an era, where automated spam messages will say to me things that no one living has ever said to me Food for (particularly miserable) thought Updates  (Links in Super Special Minty Green! )   Loaded what (might) be the first (or the only) of (maybe) a notebooks (series) – I dunno.  Originally I wanted to scan in the actual pages from Fall 2022 – Fall 2023 and then put the copy over that but like most of my more interesting print/POD/digital book emulation ideas, it requires skills and tech I d

I don’t’ keep track of how many submissions I’ve put out. I don’t GAF. It’s a waste of time and resources that gains me nothing and can offer unnecessary, bullshit setbacks. I really don’t care about how many you’ve sent out either. Acceptances? Sure I’m happy to read about those. I can’t be bothered to mention them most of the time, it’s not news, not unless it’s a place I really wanted to see publication in or if I’m _especially_ into the piece. But I’m here for published work. Unlike, it seems, most of literary twitter, I’m concerned about the end product. Yours and mine. I want to read it. Prompts are fine. I have not “wondered what to write” in decades, and 99 times out of 100 they are an impediment to my creativity, not a source for it. Square pegs > round holes When prompts are interesting they are interesting to me on their own merits, but in that sense they are like any other source of ideas or inspiration. More often they limit than aid I do not gi