and fingers.
I am trying to corral my word spill,
fill
actual pages with some semblance
of rhythm
and reason. ‘Twas the season for
revelry
and procrastination. Imagine my
indignation
when I realized the deadline’s almost
DOA.
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This is why I cannot write a book, apparently. Un-choosing poems feels like killing babies.
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“when I realized the deadline’s almost” … I love “almost” as a deadline itself. Sometimes the vague, undefined deadlines are the worst.
“Imagine my and procrastination” … Ditto! There’s always an “and,” another thing (or a hundred) to get done.
Every time I decide I shouldn’t be writing, I read you, and your writing makes me want to write again. It reminds that the whole point of this is to have fun.
This comment makes me very, very happy. Selfishly so, since I love reading you, and feel exactly the same way.
Dear, my fingers were chapped today — well, more likely headed for frost-bitten – while I was dealing with my chickens’ water dishes.
Though I reckon you’re talking more about a chap book you’re working on, perhaps?
I would have a hard time not picking any of your poems as well! š But good luck!
I feel so gratified by this comment because I want to know all about your daily life and you simply refuse to keep a blog.
Right? I feel the same way. We need our Tulle Girl back!