Monday Mutterings on Tuesday

>>Looking for homes for shorts and poems is like Thanksgiving dinner -- all that time researching markets, crafting the letter, the bio, formatting just so per specs -- then gobbled, barely digested with a loud 'sorry, not for us' burp. Grumble, grumble...

>>After all that hooplah last week about prescription drug deals going down in Lexington Market, police ended up busting folks for 85 pounds of mojo. Hmmmm. But the Market is eerily quiet these days.

>>I'm starting to think medications are making us sick. In Mad in America and Anatomy of an Epidemic, Robert Whitaker tackles this hypothesis, among others, in detailing the rise of mental illness in America.

>>Trying to decide whether gratitude is over- or under-rated -- whatchya think?

The Reading... Two-thirds through Lamott's Imperfect Birds and wanting to shake the mother and scream, "Get your head out of the sand already and act like a goddamn parent!" Reading three colleagues novular WIPs, which is a lot more fun and considerably lighter than Lamott's story.

The Writing... Ennui galore. Me, not the words.

The Contests... @ the Not proprietor Michael Solender is sponsoring some summer shenanigans ==> The Dog Days of Summer Writing Contest. That's 101 words (drabble plus?) using the words summer and heat. Due August 15, and the competiton's gonna be fearsome.

And since all good things come in threes, it's almost time to party. More later, but think 300 characters, three things to be grateful for, and three good deeds. Stay tuned...

Peace, Linda