I first read NaPoWriMo and was thinking of googling the word until I realized it was short for: National Poetry Writing Month!! I'm slow, but so is the sun in coming to April, so today is my April 1st. 5 days late, I'm recognizing.
My close friends & now blog-city know I'm an overt complainer that is suffering from post-MFA hell/post-partum poetry writing depression/or just plain fear of the line, the break, and the penultimate lineage of all poetic things.
I feel guilty. I'm not attempting a poem a day, or even posting lines that zap me while listening to people sleep, kiss, and curse on the subway. What is wrong with me? I freewrite every morning, why can't I just post that?
I realize I need to rise to the adult occasion and suck it up and just post the shiznit on the site. I'll post by the days that happen in April & hope I don't fall so hard, I become part of the liquid flowage purported to exist in mid-earth.
Hasta Basta! Guilt wins again. Read my posts soon.