Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added) is the best-kept secret
among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture Marly Youmans is a novelist and poet out of sync with the times
but in tune with the ages. --First Things

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Marly in fall--

Green Man vignette by Clive Hicks-Jenkins.
From The Foliate Head
One more deadline to go, and then I'll have a breather and welcome my husband back from his v-trip. (So far it is Vienna, Venice, Verona, etc.--and yes, I am a bit green! Make that verde.)

While he was off at a conference and then being a tourist, I have judged several contests, turned in a poetry ms., dealt with painters and carpenter and child no. 3 and gone for much dogwalking with Susquehanna the elder-dog, sung at various events and assisted a young priest at a funeral, and am now doing a final burnish on a novel to be turned in by Monday (or bust!)

And so now you know. I'll be back at regular blogging after the next deadline.

Up soon: A trip to Wofford College, where several classes taught by Jeremy L. C. Jones are reading Thaliad and A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage. Shall also be reading at Hub City Books. And maybe somewhere else, if I get energetic and look around for another place on the road.

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