lww

oh groan. I did generate six poems in April, but I really didn’t like three of them. I mean, strongly disliked. I don’t even think there’s a kernel of anything usable in them. The other three weren’t too bad, but they were each the result of only an hour’s work, and they need to be put away and dragged back out later.

I am not going to mark this as completed. I don’t feel I’ve really done it.

Saturday my husband and I went to Niagara Falls (about 7 hours away) to meet online friends Debbie and Danielle, who came up to Canada from New Jersey. We had a blast! We rode the Whirlpool Jet Boat and got drenched with river water—I have to say that doing some communal activity helps to break the ice no matter how well you know someone from online. And, honestly, when everyone crawled out of the jet boat looking drowned and feeling wonderful, I was so glad we’d done it that way.

Today, I almost did this.

I got tagged at OpenDiary to do a “write what you would tell ten people but won’t” tag, and one of the people I wrote to was my brother. It was only a short little cluster of words—three lines or four, not saying much of anything new. But amidst all the admiration and vitriol I put out there, I was caught up in writing to the one person to whom I couldn’t say anything to. And then I cried for a bit and I thought, “I might just as well watch it. I feel like watching it.” And then it got late and I had to make dinner and do the dishes and put them away, and before I knew it the time had passed and now I don’t feel like it.

This might have more to do with the settling of tonight’s tikka masala in my tummy.

I need a goal date—I want to have this watched by June 30. I am starting to feel like it’s hanging over my head, and that once I’ve done it I’ll wonder what I’ve waited so long for.