Slow August
I haven't felt compelled to blog much lately, and I imagine its an August thing. My part-time job is as dull as bad prose--gray office, gray cubicle, gray labor. I did, however, finish a poem last night. At Seth's urging I stuffed it into an envelope and sent it along to a journal that's looking for just that sort of thing for an upcoming theme issue. I have another poem in mind that I'd like to start working on right now, but alas it will have to wait until after work. Off to swim through the numbers...
