Being a Bad Blogger and Reasons Why
When I started this blog, I thought I'd be profound. I thought I'd share you some thoughts about poetry, life, other stuff.
That didn't last.
The truth of it is I get tired of thinking about poetry. In the ten to fifteen minutes I take to blog, I generally think about things outside of poetry because, frankly, I think about poetry every day for long stretches of time.
I bought lots of poetry books and my wife doesn't know.
Alas, I'm teaching summer school because I need $$. Sign up for my classes, will you?
I've been thinking about preparing for a mini-book tour. I don't think I did a good job of this when Furious Lullaby came out in 2007. Around that time, we found out that we were going to have a baby.
Well guess what . . . 2009 I'm in the same predicament. I wrote a book. It got published. We're going to have another baby.
I've decided to stop writing books because of the repercussions.
So there you have it . . . the real reason why I've been a bad blogger. I've got stuff on my mind that I wasn't exactly prepared to share with the world. So now I've told my secrets, what about yours?
Currently eating a very weird "taco salad" wrap prepared by campus food services.
I also just appealed a gigantic parking ticket. I know I was parked in the right zone. Perhaps I should take pictures . . . gather witnesses.
Current Spin: Rabbit Light Movies. It's not really a spin, but I've been watching all the videos.