I’m reading Moby-Dick and continuing the poetic synopsis while reading Steven Tyler’s latest autobiography and writing a review on Goodreads (link below); and I’m editing the Extra MoJo! anthology-to-be as well as subbing some of the zillion poems I’ve written so far this year. Whew! Let’s see how much more I can write before the heat kicks in.
This is when and how I finished my second book. During summer vacation, I went back to those words, lines, stanzas, and first draft poems that I had written on the fly. I separated the ones that I thought had any potential at all and fleshed them out. Then, I read a lot and in turn, I was able to write quite a bit. I put the two groups of poems together and revised like crazy.
Ah, writing fits. They happen when it’s convenient for them, not us humble writers. Where would we be without them!