I was on the early side, but 12 people showed up with laptops and poems to send their poems into the world. This is the second time I've participated. The first time (in May, or was it last December?), I didn't have anything to submit. I'm coming off of one of the worst writing droughts I've ever had. As someone who likes to grind it out, I think I've written maybe 20 poems in two years. My math may be off, however. When I look at my Poetry 2018 file, there are at least 50 poems. I have enough for a terrible manuscript. But I do have a few gems that need a little polish. Just getting them into the light is a big step.
Despite the end-of-the-year grading crush, I am making time to write. I'm starting to feel like my old poetic self, so to speak. Flow is still illusive for me, but there's something honest and holy about putting my butt in a chair, and not getting up until I have a sad little draft.