You're either in or you're out? Which is it?
No better time to blog than the evenings when the house is quiet.
It's been go go go this past weekend, but Saturday I was able to sneak away for a little "me" time to write. The alone time gave me a chance to finish a poem I've been struggling with for more than a week (without my laptop, I might add). Yes, I'm referring to the potty poem. Also had the chance to write out my December to-do's and think about a list for the New Year—I'll post the lists this week.
The potty poem took a week to write because my laptop is down. Turns out to be the monitor light, which is good because I contemplated buying a new one. Bah-humbug!
Writing that poem was a real test of will. Since I started it on a laptop, I felt I had to finish it on a computer. I worked on my husband's computer at odd hours, which didn't allow me to get into any rhythm. But I really felt like I had to stick with the poem, and because I did, I feel other poems brimming under the surface. Haven't felt like that since April.
Despite the sagging economy, I do go to Starbucks a lot, mainly to catch my breath. And I don't even like coffee! I try to go every week to the same location where the college kids hang out. The staff knows me, and while it's never too crowded, time of day is everything. I enjoy writing with noise in the background, but I don't eavesdrop. I prefer writing while listening to iTunes.
I can write in any Starbucks, or any coffee shop for that matter; I have difficult time writing at the library—too quiet.
Just finished an article for RWP. That will post in a day or two. I'm pooped!
Speaking of poop, an Ella/potty-training update!
Ella had breakthrough! She's been sleeping through the night wearing underwear and not a diaper. And, she pooped in the potty on Sunday!
(Sorry, was that TMI? This is the Poet Mom blog, after all!)