Wench in the Works is still just in the works. Wouldn't it be cool if I could actually sell poetry? Hah. I have no illusions here. I'd like to do it all proper-like but it turns out that an ISBN would cost an arm and a leg for a poor person like me. I could never recoup on that. So I will probably just set aside my dreams of selling at the local bookstore, and peddle my wares through my few friends and the glorious internet.
For a cover, I was thinking of using Rosie the Riveter (no not the pic I've ripped off and altered for my wesite, that's just temporary) but a photo of someone (probably myself or whatever sucker I can get to stand still long enough) in the Rosie pose, copping the basic idea, possibly with some computer tweaking.
As for the guts of the book, I shall turn again to my trusted cohorts and family members to help me pick among the 40-ish decent poems I've already got to pull out about 15 for the chapbook.
Um and there is that teeny problem with my being totally unknown (usually synonymous with "marginal") so soon as I get my paycheck I'm going to spring for the newest Poet's Market and start entering some decent contests in earnest. Maybe I'll fail completely and finally realize that Yours Truly is the only one who's interested in reading the stuff. My great expectations for even a little chapbook should probably wait 'til then.
So don't hold your breath. If you enjoy my poetry, by all means let me know, it'll bolster my confidence and maybe get me actually moving on this project. If you think it's all hogwash, by all means let me know, it may prevent me from spending time and the money that feeds my sheep on paper fit only for the circular file. Many thanks.
~~Darcy Stumbaugh