Will you squeeze out another new poem (or story, or piece of nonfiction) before 2009 arrives?
Lordy, I am in the mood to write twenty new poems. As in: I spent an extra five minutes sitting on the floor in the hallway, just thinking. It's time to write. But instead I'm cooking and cleaning, and begging my kids to stop fighting, and pining, and being pensive, and sulking. I have also discovered that I love orange juice with great passion. I'm still eating 4+ clementines a day. Obviously I need to write a poem. It's hard to do so without access to my office at work, I'm sad to admit.
Perhaps the looming year will do me some good. What about you?
And yes, I will post some kind of keepsake, commemorative New Year's list (or whatnot) on this blog before 2009 arrives. I'm already thinking about it. I was thinking about it today when I licked a spoon for five minutes, and then set it down in the sink, and then walked out the door into the rain.