Poetry and Patience



I spent every day over the winter holidays working on my poetry manuscript. I made some progress, but nowhere near as much as I thought. Turns out this next collection is proving to be a lot more work than I imagined. I've been working on it now, on and off, for four years.

Why is it taking longer? I'm not so sure, but I'm choosing to take it as a good sign. This book has a life of its own, and I'm just trying to give it what it needs. Turns out, it needs a lot. I hope it's ready to send out soon though, maybe come the Spring.

This weekend was entirely devoted to poetry, and once again, I've only moved a wee bit forward. And so it goes...