I spent two nights digging through my ancient journals looking for poems I can update and fix. I found five out of about ten hours of searching, which was disappointing. But I started typing them in today and I'm hopeful.
The cats are chasing wadded up paper balls around the house, which means at least I'm working, if writing badly. I'll take badly over nothing, thank you very much.
Still stuck on the same song, it seems to be tied to my productivity. It would drive Bryan insane if I didn't have ear buds. He has such bad taste in music.
I need to get ready for work and our stupid meeting but I want to work on poems. I ned time off to write. It'll never happen.
1 comment:
ha ha you sound so add in this post you swap from one topic to another just like me :)
Brandy
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