January 20, 2019

Shocking rainfall in the dark and early morning.

Writing a slog today, by which I understand I’m working on the wrong things in the wrong way.

Filling out questionnaires and submitting blurbs for Black Mountain Press for NSDL for the second time. The previous ones got lost, or he never looked for them. I have no hope for this book, though Carlos wakes up and mentions its imminent appearing every six months or so. Hope is a kind of cruelty, though, isn’t it?