My Sad Attempts At A Book Review

Okay, so I have yet to actually try writing out the poetry book review yet. Right now, I'm really trying to understand at least one of the five books of poetry given to me to study over so I can attempt writing a review.

I think I'll be writing about "Strange Life" by Eleanor Lerman. Right now, I have a book full of sticky notes and no progress on the blank page before me. I'm getting somewhere, though.

Excitement Over Work is the Best Kind of Excitement

Gerry and I met today, and he is FINALLY letting me put together a book report!

Before that occurs, though, I have to write a letter to a list of poetry book publishers requesting that they continue to or start to send us their books for book reviews. The challenge with this letter will be balancing professionalism with a friendly, inviting tone. Gerry even wants me to sign this one with my own name, which is something I have yet to do.

Same Old, Same Old

For the past two weeks, I have done much of the same work as I have been doing throughout my internship. I sent out two poems of the week, and finished up some rejection letters to contest entrants, totaling 87 stuffed envelopes that I printed letters for and put postage stamps on.

This is a short post. I have little to report on...