36º ~ gray, gloomy, dense out there ~ hold onto your weather hats, predictions of more ‘winter weather’ tomorrow to arrive mid-day…what will the schools do with that forecast? stay tuned
Today, my brain seems unable to latch onto any one poetry related activity and hold. It’s turned into a day of flitting.
I flitted around the blogs.
I flitted around iTunes trying to find some sound that would ground me.
I flitted around Facebook.
I flitted around my spreadsheet recording yesterday’s dreary rejection from one of my all-time favorite journals.
I flitted around the AWP schedule, discovering more panels and events to add to my list.
I flitted around my email account and submitted some poems to…. don’t want to jinx it.
I flitted around the house in an attempt to tidy up the place a bit (hah!).
Now, I suppose I shall flit off to school and try to focus on classes.
PS: I doubt anyone in the world has ever really called me a flit. This is quite out of character.
yes, flitting. i do it, and i drive myself crazy when i do. still, i think some flitting, from time to time, is necessary.
Thanks for the support, Nancy!
We're from the Midwest! We don't flit, we lumber
Exactly, Tricia!
Love the flitting 🙂 I think it's necessary, sometimes. It gives us, writers, a chance to hover and observe before we sit down and write…
Thanks, Tawnysha, I hope that's true!