I finished my book of interviews just now -- the introduction was the last thing to write. After working on a draft that was drying up like plaster of Paris as I worked on it, I started fresh with a line that came to me: "I trust this book."
It happens! It can be done!
I'm thrilled, breathless, and can't wait to go back to what I was doing before -- finishing poems for another book. But before that, relax. Party and see friends. Love. Do neglected chores. Call Mom. Take up neglected pleasures. You, too! Good for our mental health! And I will actually see you very soon now.
Did I tell you I took 3rd prize in the St. Louis Poetry Center contest?
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Congrats on your prize!
ReplyDeleteHave I told you lately how much I love your blog? Always brief and to the point (unlike me!), always helpful.
You deserve every good thing coming to you.