Yesterday, a draft of a new poem that feels promising.
Today, another new draft but unsure of the promise. Then, a revision session with a handful of poems that managed to emerge in June.
A new teaching schedule designed to allow a better balance with my writing world.
A squawking bird accompanies me and tortures our inside-only cats.
Enjoy your day picking the innermost depths of your brain. Mine won't leave me alone, this Ozark gal is blessed with an overactive body and mind. God Bless your creativity!
Nezzy,
Thanks for stopping by! All the best to you.
S.