Mosaic Minds Goes on Hiatus
It’s that time of the month–time for me to announce a new issue of Mosaic Minds. Only this time there isn’t a new issue. We’re going on hiatus and when we come back we will only be publishing four times a year instead of eight times a year.
We also are getting rid of some columns and adding new columns (if there is anyone who wants to become a columnist). Beverly has left the staff and it’s creating a hole because she was a wonderful editor, but we’ll carry on. That means we have an opening for a food/recipe column, though. That could be fun. We are also nixing all the book review columns unless we get some new blood who can commit to writing it. Our technology column and political column are gone as well. You can check out the front page if you want to find out more.
Of course, we will still need regular submissions of essays, poetry and prose. We would LOVE to get masthead submissions from artistic people as well.
Beg beg beg.
How about some good news and bad news that affects me and only me?
I got my first round of feedback from my job and it was all good. Some of it was even “very good” and “great.” Whoo-hoo! I’m very relieved to know I’m on the right track.
Erik didn’t take a nap today. I swear the kid didn’t even blink today. No eye closing for him, nosiree. There was a small play date with just a few friends this afternoon that I was totally looking forward to but noooooooooooo. . . I wasn’t about to take an unnapped Erik anywhere at that hour. In retrospect I could have because he never got grouchy, though he did enter Energizer Bunny mode after dinner, but who knew? Who knew a 15 month old could skip a nap and not have a total meltdown? Since he was so cheerful and silly I was able to maintain my cool and not have a mommy meltdown, which is even more amazing.
I can’t believe we leave for Oregon on Saturday! I still have to go down to Lane Bryant and get a strapless bra. I’m going to have to take Erik with me since I am not driving down there during rush hour. Bah humbug! Maybe I should stop by Target first and buy him a leash. That’s the only way I’ll be able to keep him in the dressing room. Why don’t I just wait until I’m in Oregon, you ask? Because the nearest seller of plus-sized lingerie is an hour and a half away from my small town.
I really should get to bed. Does anyone know if I brushed my teeth already? I guess if I have to ask that probably means I didn’t.