I’ve been trying to get in the habit of writing for an hour or so in a coffee shop in the morning. I work from home and I’m finding I need some kind physical-spatial work/writing/rest-of-life delineation. There are a lot of coffee shops within a few blocks of my house. So far the one I went to on this day is at the bottom of the list. Sorry, Waves. I spent the time revising (I really enjoy revising, most of the time–I know many writers don’t like it so much, but it’s one of my favourite things) road trip poems in preparation for…
First installment of my new writing group. This is the first thing of the sort that I’ve done since finishing my MFA. There are 5 of us, all poets (among other things) with various interests, levels of experience and degrees of being established. We looked at everything from concrete poetry to a job posting. It felt great x 10000 to spend some focused time with writers and talk and think about writing again. The plan is to meet every month, and I’m stoked. Having that small externally-imposed deadline to force gently encourage me to write isn’t a bad thing, either. For my part, I tabled revisions of the first three road trip poems. That was fun. One of the other writers had brought a poem about snow geese, too.
Finished formatting and printing out submissions for 5 journals and a chapbook publisher.