Saturday, February 29, 1992

Journal entry, 2/29/92, Leap Day deadlines


2/29/92 Leap Day, dropping off artwork, deadlines. Yesterday was one of those days straight from hell, mainly because I was racing against the clock to put together a manuscript for the Yale Younger Poets award, this was my last year to enter.

I had to re-organize my manuscript, some techniques that Lee Perron showed me the other night, over dinner, dropping the buts the ands, and the whiles from my poems—all those articles and particles conveyed uncertainty. It also meant I had to reread every poem and make changes and reprint them all but my printer wasn’t working right and neither was Adobe Type Manager. The start-up icon went missing and it took me a while to figure it out. 

This last step was crucial, because he said to reprint my manuscript using a good type face. Geneva 12 point is too big, and 10 point is too small, 11 point doesn’t quite do it either, and since I have a true type printer, my font choices are limited, even with ATM running. I put 64 pages of poetry into Goudy typeface and it took me the entire day to run them off. I couldn’t use the Mac while it was printing. I was supposed to have my Ann Woodhead story done yesterday as well and I’ve only typed a few lines, it’s overdue. I need two Macs.

I just found out that two of my photos, The Lament for the Women of Russia, and Volcano Goddess Erotica/Madame Pele, that I sent in to the Sonoma County Arts Council at the end of December, 1991, were accepted for the Women Depicting Women art exhibit. Late, I was, second to last to drop off my pieces, but Diane Shulkin was still at the Arts Council. She said my writing has become famous. I was puzzled, then she showed me Mary Silverwood’s bio and I am quoted in it—a big paragraph at the top. So, as Mary’s career takes off, Canada, Britain, etc., my words travel with her. They become her official mascot.

Simone Wilson invited me over for a hot tub, and a disk swap. Lo and behold, she had the impossible to find ATM version, as the normal Palatino font won’t work with my printer. So now I have two typefaces I can use, at the 11th hour. But I think I like Goudy typeface better, it’s more elegant. There are literally hundreds of fonts available for the Mac, I have disks full of fonts, but there are less than a handful that are acceptable as a poetry typeface.

I also sent out 10 batches of poems and wrote a 2000-word article on Ann Woodhead. I usually don’t turn in my articles on the same day I write them, it’s too new and too raw, and I can’t see where it needs work, but I was already a day late, and had to turn it in. It takes me about three hours to pull it together, to add only 300 more words. Talk about leaping into the day, a day in the life of…

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