It
started about a year ago. I was talking with (emailing, actually) L.L. Barkat,
editor of Tweetspeak Poetry, about the column I write for the online
publication, and she said, “I think we need a book.”
Oh,
my goodness.
The
contract was signed, mailed and received. Then came the work.
I
know where I was when I wrote the first draft of the introduction – on a plane
to San Antonio, for a kind of communications retreat at Laity Lodge. I know
where I was when I wrote the rest of it – sitting right here at my computer.
And I know where I was when my editor, Ann Kroeker, shouted with glee when I
sent the text that I had found and verified the final footnote – I was sitting in
the stacks on a footstool in the Webster Groves Public Library, about 10
minutes from my home in neighboring Kirkwood (my fourth library visit of the
day trying to find the book).
So
what is this book?
What
is it about?
Poetry.
And work. And how I learned that poetry is inherently a part of work.
Even
in PowerPoint presentations. And job interviews. And layoffs. And crises.
What
I didn’t know was how people might react. Once the manuscript was edited, off
it went for possible recommendations. That was a scary moment.
This
was different from writing my two novels. The novels never actually seemed like
work, although they represent years of effort.
Poetry at Work was work.
Rather intense at times. Really intense.
The
result – well, you’ll have to read it (I hope).
It
comes together as a whole piece – a whole piece of a life.
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