Gettin' Stuff Done

It's raining like hell outside, which will make going to pick up Cal fun. I also have a ChiZine Reading Series to attend tonight, after working out, where I can pick up copies of A Tree of Bones (so that's cool). Did a blog interview yesterday, which should be up sometime soon. And I wrote probably 1,000 new words on Experimental Film: A Novel today, only some of which was notes. All in all, it's been a far better day than the last few. Perhaps a corner has been turned.

After yesterday's suddenly burst of inspiration, I also opened up my "New Poetry Collection" file and took a look. The poems which could make up said new collection are, currently:

Nobody Sleeps
In the High Places
Lie-Father
Redcap
Mad Boys Make No Kings
Haruspicy
The Drowned Town
Litany of the Family Bean
A Batch of Golems
Onion Boy
Ed Gein at Night
Verse Found Scratched Inside the Lid of a Sarcophagus (Dynasty Unknown)
Clown Considered as a Memento Mori
Tantalus, Reaching Upwards
Speedometer
Minotaur
Jar of Salts
at the moment I am living in a haunted house—
Song of the Mother
Mrs Margery Lovett, Her Book
A Last Dispatch from Erebus, 1848
A Container of Ashes
The Dream of the Astronaut
The Glass Mask
Bad Fathers
Bits and Pieces
La Monadologie
Sacred
Build Your Own
Invocabulary
The Black Telephone
Calving
Hymn to Mut

Plus a bunch of juvenilia which may not be as bad as I think it is, and certainly hasn't been published anywhere as yet:

Manifesto
Two Darknesses
Soliloquy
Come to Disappear
Metropolis/Babel
Not Enough
Obit
A Pledge
In Like a Lamb
Lunatic
Never-Never (One Land, Two Voices)

So, hmmm. Not sure what to do, if anything. Just keep adding to it, I guess.