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I was going to do an audio-post tonight, but archive.org's balky, so it'll have to wait.

Finished writing a Canada Council grant application tonight. A "project description" is probably as close to prose fiction as I'll ever get, since I never write with anything so puritan as a project in mind. One is tempted to do it in one word: "Writing." But that's not likely to get you the moolah, now is it?

I've been pretty lucky in the grant lottery to-date. I've applied for five and received three. My last three, in fact, have been successful. But it's a crapshoot. I just hope that this jury likes weird poems about silverfish, starfish, moths, lobsters, cats, dogs, herons, lyrebirds, naked mole rats, colourblind painters and other critters, more or less human. And if they don't, well then my grant app for next year's already written!

Now, I've just got five books to read and review, an anthology to finish editing, a poetry ms. to edit and three more trips to Winnipeg before I get laid off and can get down to some serious work. Yeehaw.