August 24, 2021

Something convinced me that the basement had flooded. It took me two days of anxiety to open the door and see that it was not. While it was open, I fiddled with the basement door, which I have been barricading shut with a cast iron bull for seven years. Turns out all I had to do was turn a little knob and the latch appeared and the door worked just as it ought. I do sometimes amaze myself. 

Revising Jason. It was pretty good already–just filling in some blanks, chopping away some beloved verbiage. Looked at many presses, 2/3 of them with notices saying, “Not open to submissions at this time.”