Can you believe it's the first day of March?. I, for one, am glad February has moved on because we're that much closer to spring.
At breakfast over the weekend, my 7-year old son Alex said something to me that has left me both happy and sad. He said, "Mom, I think you should get remarried." When I asked why, he answered, "because I miss daddy and I want a new stepdad."
I don't even know what to do with this. I mean, I'm glad Alex wants to see me start a new life with someone else, but ... well, I'm sorry his dad is not around. Nothing else I could do but shower him with hugs and kisses. And then I did what any poet would do: try to find a way to capture it in a poem.
We just keep on keepin' on.
On a bright note, Ella is reading Go, Dog. Go!
I am shocked she has picked up reading a little quicker than her brother, and he's no slouch. We read as a family almost every evening before bedtime, so maybe she's acquiring language at a faster rate.
I must be doing something right.
It's finally happened--I double booked myself. Two poetry readings in one night. Ugh. This is a clear sign I'm doing too much. I'm going to try and do both events, which should work out OK, I hope.
I need to say no more often but I hate passing up opportunities. This is me practicing: N-O. No. Seems simple enough, doesn't it?
Four poems from my second manuscript were accepted into an e-book on contemporary women's poetry. Who hoo!
I have so much stuff to do that seems silly to make a to-do list. Oh, what the heck. Here goes.
- Keep up with my 15-minute free writes (mornings)
- Write one poem (evenings)
- Read a friend's fiction manuscript
- Read a friend's poetry manuscript to host a mini-interview on the blog
If I added any more, I'd be setting myself up for failure. See, this is me saying no to myself.