In Conclusion . . .
So it's the end of August and I've managed to squeeze off 31 poem drafts. Including July, I've managed 52 drafts of poems. It's been, by far, my most productive summer of writing. I'm going to try to keep up some momentum, though lately I've been feeling a bit burned out. I may need a short break. Trouble with a short break is it may wind up getting longer and longer, depending on how many excuses I keep making.
Earlier, I had promised that I'd keep it up until December. I'll try to stick to that promise, but I've got to reclaim my weekends. So for September, I'm only writing on weekdays.
I attempted to fill holes in my "Dear Empire" manuscript during this past month's worth of work, and I think I've done it. My next goal for September is to shore that manuscript up and move on to the next project which may either be my collection of "Nocturne" poems or trying to figure out the "Labyrinth" series. I'm thinking the "Labyrinth" series might be better off as a chapbook, but who knows. They're fun poems to write.
The "Nocturne" poems are not so fun to write, not only because the content's pretty dark, but the language is a bit more demanding in terms of the lyric.
I've got to send some poems out. They're starting to pile up, which is a good problem to have.
Thinking aloud here. Forgive me if this bores you.
Solo single from the lead singer of the Fiery Furnaces. Catchy. Heard it over and over on the drive down to PDX.