I'm writing this entry from work--which is an interesting dynamic in itself.
I thought that working as a writer/editor would encourage my creative nature. That's a big, fat NO! Most nights, I come home tired and worn out. And when I do get to write, I can't turn off the editor in me. Why use three words when you can use one. Yet, that's the best part of poetry, capturing words in a sophisticated manner. Finding the write meter to hold onto a moment, the right stretch of words to fill out a thought--that's poetry!
Hope to post new work soon. A poem a day--sounds easier than it is.
On a separate note, today is Opening Day for baseball. Only in the greater Boston area is Opening Day considered a holiday. The Red Sox have a good team this year. Heck, since they won the World Series in 2004, they get a pass for the next few years. Management can do (almost) no wrong in my book. I mean, after they traded "Nomah," I thought the end of civilization was at hand. But, I was proven wrong.