Like the title says.
Following on from the last post, here’s another booklet of poetry. I actually still like these poems, something I can’t usually say about my work.
This booklet is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.
A few months ago I had the idea that I might start up a Patreon campaign to produce print-at-home poetry in your pocket booklets. My idea was to open up submissions, collect the four or five best poems, slide them into pocketmod designed booklets, and then send those out to Patreon backers (with a permissive license for those backers to print as many copies as they’d like, and then to distribute them wherever). The Patreon donations would go out to the submitters, with a pay scale based on the size of the monthly Patreon support.
I might still do something like that in the future, but since I’ve recently been hired as a full-time tenure-track college English instructor, that’s going to go into the background a bit.
Still, I made quite a few of those booklets with my own works. I distribute these in limited editions at every open mic where I read poetry, but I’m going to post those booklets up here over the next few months.
The booklet is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.
About a month ago I had an idea for a single person role playing game using the basic card game, “War.” I finalized a draft which is going to go up at WritersCarnival.ca in a day or two.
This week is Game Chef, a competition to create a playable game using a set theme and four “ingredients” in a week. I’ve knocked out a rough draft, and I think, as a game, it’s done and playable. Now I have to work on adding more story to the mechanics and fixing the presentation.
I’ll post links later this week.
In other news, the Silo story is done its first draft, finally, but I’m going to sit on it for a few days and then go back through it.
I still have about three dozen poems out in the ether awaiting responses, so I’m going to go through last month’s poems, cull the herd, polish the remainders, and then send them out as well.