Back Into It

Hm, between working 60-65 hours a week at a farm and a library, competing in a dance contest, going on trips for my dear friend's wedding and bachelorette and having time to eat, sleep, and run the bare minimum of errands, I'm afraid my dear life companion, poetry, has trickled down on the priority list. Not as far down as say, the Red Sox (buffooning owners), or the Bruins (greedy owners), but further down than is normal and expected. So, what can I do to get myself into the same sort of vibrant dedication as last year's goal of writing a poem a day?

Good question. I will have to sleep on it.

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