Today I have switched to the composing choice with Blogger that allows me more choices. I changed the type font. I wonder if I should change the type size. We shall see.
This morning was more hectic than I thought it would be, but it means I get a middle of the day breathing space at home. I needed to go to school early, which I didn't anticipate, to find some subs for an instructor who found out that her father died on Saturday. So, I went to school, took care of various administrator duties, and then came home (I'll go back again this afternoon). I tried to replicate the gratinee that I had at the French restaurant a week ago--it was tasty, but not the same. I have laundry in the washing machine. I'm trying to ignore the rest of the dirt in the house so as to have a chance to write. I'm trying to ignore the lure of the afternoon nap.
I'm feeling slightly sad because everyone else seems to be having a more productive month than I am, and it's only day 4 of National Poetry Month! I'm trying to remember the advice of my yoga instructor who always used to reprimand us when she'd catch us staring at others in the mirror: "Quit comparing yourself to others. It doesn't help."
Besides, it's not like I've been completely indolent. On Friday, I had lunch with a friend who's a writer, and after that, I decided to be big and brave and go to the local wine store with the lovely wine bar to see if they'd let us come do a poetry reading there. They said yes! Here's hoping the date checks out. I've sent out some e-mails about my forthcoming book. I've done some reading. Yesterday I continued to work on my 2nd trailer for my book.
But still, I need to write a poem before the month goes on much further. So, by this time tomorrow, I'll write a poem. That gives me some time to plot, and then tomorrow, I'll get some poetry writing done. It's not a poem a day, but I'm cool with that.
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