In a few days, I will be at the Geraldine R. Dodge Festival. Yes, I’m looking forward to connecting with old friends and making new one. Yes, I’m excited to hear poets I've never heard before. But really, I’m looking forward to not being a mom for a weekend (read: mommy needs her “me” time).
Every two years, I head down to NJ to be a part of a larger poetry community. And while the location has changed, the only expectation I have is to have a good time. Can’t wait to send pics from the road.
It was a kid-centric weekend, with some grading thrown in for good measure. I seem to be fighting for daylight when it comes to writing poetry, rather than poetry being a part of flow. I have no flow. *sigh*
Call me Stella—I need to get my groove back!
Tonight I’m hanging out with my poetry peeps in Salem. That should help, even though I have no poems to share.
With much of my grading done, I think I’ll have some time to write late tonight, finally. Better to write when the house is quiet Here’s to making my writing a priority. Here’s to getting back into the flow.