Having lost 20/50 typed drafts of my Moby–Dick poetry manuscript, I finally forced myself to sit down to begin re-typing them at 8__am. I had two pots of coffee and a couple of pieces of baklava to ward off taking a break til lunch.
Suddenly ravenous after finishing maybe 12 poems, I looked up to see that it was 5pm. It’s crazy, but it’s also good. I haven’t been that focused on any of my individual writing projects in a very long time. Eight more to go, then maybe I can finally get back to work on the series…if I don’t keel over from protein deprivation first.
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