August 28th, 2019



I have a poem in progress. Earlier this year, I had a different poem I was working on, and I got distracted and stuck and then I was surprised that I'd started that poem in March of this year and hadn't even looked back at it until August. But I had the opening of another poem by then, and I prefer to get one poem done before I start another — I used to get bunches half-done or less, or never even write my poem ideas down so I'd've had even a harder time finishing them — so I got that earlier one done and noted that line and got started on the new poem. Slowly.

That earlier one, "Awkward," is far from my best work, but: at least it got written.

I've made what I think is notable progress on the next poem, but I've put it aside for the night, JUST FOR THE NIGHT, because I worried I was starting to over-think it. It also has no title yet, and I want to be sure I have one before I show it to anyone.

But I can do this. Just not right now.