truepenny | je suis retournee

Minneapolis was lovely. The con was lovely.

elisem and her household were lovely as always. I alternately wrote and played Solitaire all the way out and all the way back, which resulted in rather a lot of work getting done.

Also had a realization, although what use it is to me, I'm not sure. Everything I write has some sort of narrative in it, but my very short things really do divide into flash-fiction and prose poems. "Queen of Swords," for example, is flash-fiction. "Sidhe Tigers," which appeared in Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet 13, is a prose poem. One set is very very short stories; the other set is poems without the line-breaks. If they had line-breaks, they'd be rather bad poems (I get all self-conscious and twee with line-breaks and had to go cold turkey on them), but as prose poems, I think they're okay. Completely, you know, unsalable, but the sale is always secondary to the writing.

It's just very weird to realize that in a sort of sideways, left-handed, subterranean fashion, I do write poetry after all.