Writing
Finally, writing again. But this new poem, I’m taking my time with, rather than rushing it, which I usually do. I’m typically a write-first, edit-later kind of writer, but this is different. I feel like this new poem (and maybe series, but without a solid thread) needs to be deliberate. Every inch of it. So I’m reading other poets, and writing. Read, then write. 5 stanzas in and I have to slow it down. I’m not sure about posting; I’ll have to decide when it’s done.
And not get distracted by the new blu-ray and instant Netflix. <insert Homer Simpson drooling moan here>