i am a Weem Adrift. And, by some miracle of grace, i am no longer adrift. The Rabbit Room has been a home to me for the last five years—a solid, real home where i belong, a home that isn’t going anywhere, a community that, although it began online and much …
This last weekend was the Rabbit Room’s annual four-day feast—Hutchmoot. i brought a hundred books with for the book tables, and those that remained at the end are now in the Rabbit Room store. You can always order direct from the publisher, of course (click Weem Adrift in the menu …
Things i have not been doing: Running this blog. Keeping track of what day it is. Things i have been doing: Running Story Camp, a film series, a book sale, and a network book tour at the church library. Planning an eighth grade language arts course for my best girl. …
As of yesterday, all outstanding Weem Adrift Publishing orders have gone out and all are expected to arrive by Christmas. This makes me happy. i love that so many of you placed orders. i love that i got to bind you books with my very own hands and then send …
Dear readers, Jubilations-purchasers, sojourners with me into words herein, i wanted your books to be perfect. One thing after another has me feeling like something is preventing me from finishing the preorders. Tight hinges, slipping ruler, torn paper, printing errors. i don’t know why and i want it to stop. …
Jubilations released ten days ago. Preorders opened six and a half weeks ago. i started binding in advance—hardcovers, especially when the paper has to be hand-cut, take awhile—but i hit a production hitch right after release and everything ground to a halt. Now, instead of having everything shipped by the …
Since announcing the upcoming release of In the Year of Jubilation i’ve been caught up in a flurry of learning, coordinating, stitching, binding. Now the first orders have been shipped and i can gratefully say that Jubilations is officially back in print. 🙂 Thanks to a thrilling number of preorders …
Two years ago during Lent i discovered a poem cycle that has carved itself into my bones. It appeared in the Rabbit Room’s first installation of their annual literary journal, the Molehill. i had been reading along, a piece here and a piece there—fiction, essay, recipe, poetry—and when i came …