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the dog threw up on my manuscript

June 8, 2009

The dog threw up on my manuscript. (Everyone’s a critic.) And I’m not joking about it. It’s been that kind of a night. Even still, I managed to make a little progress on it and squeak out the second in “The Red Poems” series. Here’s what “the red poems” are, and here it is, red poem #2 — “Downtown” — over at “i am maureen.”

This one was inspired by the cover of a poetry collection I’m reading currently, dominated by a color I decided was “night-club red.” The book was sitting on the table when I started this piece yesterday writing with Jill, but it’s quite a bit different than it was just over 24 hours ago. I’m surprised (pleasantly?) that it could be a companion piece to the one I posted yesterday, that they are connected by more than the color red.

Critique welcome. Leave a comment if you need the password.

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3 Comments
  1. June 9, 2009 10:37 am

    I am right there with you. For me, all of my insecurities come out whenever I pick up my manuscript. But we’ll get through it … we have no choice.

  2. June 9, 2009 4:02 pm

    Ha. My dog quite literally ate my son’s homework. Those dogs. Off to read.

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