Today, was slow and easy, but yet no new words were written except for the ones I'm writing now, and perhaps I should be grateful that at least as I go to sleep tonight I have these words which are better than none at all.
And, I did meet my goal of 50 new words on the Nin poem last night. I was thinking last night how the last real poem I wrote was in 2008. There have been many starts and stop, but no publishable material. So, new goal. Two publishable poems a month. But, I'm so bad with keeping goals. This could turn into another thing I make myself feel bad about. But, it is unavoidable. I have to do something. I don't want to be like my poetry professor in grad school who only published one collection.
I dreamt about him last night, but the dogs started barking and woke me up. I hate it when they do that.
