Thursday, November 4, 2010

to be honest, this isn't a great entry. it's not depressing or anything, just a bit boring. boredom is nirvana! is it?

Must get ready for work RIGHT NOW.

No time to write. Ah, but that's where I'm wrong.

I have all of November to write. And screw the whole "write a novel in a month" thing. I am going to write a poem (or two or seven) a day. That's where I'm comfortable (and oh so vulnerable, but in exciting ways). And a novel? My novel would just be poetry anyway. Poetry disguised as pulp.

I'm squeezing out all of the juice. Ninety-nine percent pure, fresh. (But also completely recycled.)

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