Yesterday I posted that my blog comes up #1 on an MSN search for Erin Angel... I lied, I come up #1 ON THE SECOND PAGE - the real Erin Angel #1 result is a porn site - so don't click it and then get mad at me for sending you to a porn site ok? I warned you!!
V won a trip to Jamaica! I'm jealous as hell, but I also think it's super cool.
D and L moved their wedding up to this October. That means I won't get to go, but I'm sure they'll survive without me.
J called me on the phone last night - there are few phone calls that tickle me as much as one from him. They don't happen often and besides, he's been through so much lately, it was good to hear his voice and know that he's OK.
And we won't even get into the improvements on the site!
Spreadsheets suck - I've done 2 today - ugh. But they'll be very helpful as Poetic Acceptance grows. It isn't that they're difficult, I just hate filling in all the little slots with all the right information. It's hard to concentrate long enough to get everything in the right slot hen you're alternating between that and a Maisy DVD, a baby dance CD and coloring!
I got more excellent news in my inbox today - another donation of store merchandise. I am amazed every time I get one of those emails - it just continues to make me feel better and better about people in general, and more and more encouraged about making this charity fund work.
I'm planning on doing an ezine of sorts of poetry by/for bereaved parents. If I find that there are enough submissions of quality work, and can get my hands on an interested publisher, I intend to publish an anthology. I haven't actually GOT an ISBN# for it yet, as it may not pan out, but I can get one easily and inexpensively whenever the need arises - meaning it can be sold at any and all bookstores and quite possibly be a major source of income for the charity fund. If you're interested as a writer, a consultant or as a publisher - email me!
Ugh! I have about 5 poems in draft form that I can't stop long enough to work on! So many things are inspiring me lately, but my brain won't hold still long enough to truly grasp them and write/edit a poem.