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napowrimo #17, or how you know you’re behind

April 30, 2011

My Google Reader has stopped counting the number of posts I have neglected. It says “1000+.” It’s Day 30 of NaPoWriMo, and I haven’t posted in a couple weeks. I went to bed last night (a Friday night!) before my kids — around 9 o’clock — and slept straight through ’til 8 this morning. These days, sleep is what I crave most. Yes, more than writing. Yes, more than reading. Yes, more than socializing. And I am mostly powerless against it. I can’t remember this ever being true before. It’s messing with me, for sure. But anyway —

Here is a poem. Seventeen poems in a month is nothing to scoff at. I think five or six of them may survive beyond NaPoWriMo. We’ll see. This one is from notes I took (or didn’t take?) on a recent fictional evening at a fictional place in a fictional city that hosts a wildly fictional poetry scene.

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5 Comments
  1. April 30, 2011 10:42 am

    I love this! Especially the new girls, and how it ends friend of a friend.

    Congratulations on writing poems that will see more sun. xoxox That’s what this craziness is all about. I’d be thrilled to have yours in my stable.

  2. April 30, 2011 12:51 pm

    Well, that was worth waiting for!

  3. May 2, 2011 10:22 am

    Gee, makes me wish we had such a “fictional place” in this “fictional city” on the opposite coast. Make a go of it.

  4. May 6, 2011 1:47 pm

    A well-deserved break, and clearly you haven’t lost any gift of words in the meantime!

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