Yes, I talk too much, but now I’m writing too much as well. 45,000 words. That’s how long my “novella” is. I remember when I couldn’t write a poem that was longer than a stanza. Then the memoir was 33,000. How could I possibly write that much? And how bad is my Math that I underestimate these word counts so badly? Eek. Well, at least I feel productive as the past year of bare employment winds down. There are worst ways to spend a year than editing together a 5-volume grand opus and starting two new projects. But I’d better get cracking soon if I want to finish Moby-Dick this summer. Might have to give myself a handicap and say this year since apparently I’m writing a chapbook of poetry about it.