3-in-1

Well, I took Kelli and Oliver's advice (thanks guys!) and lowered my standards. Here are my 3 mini drafts from yesterday. I'm still a bit behind, though. Maybe I'll get 3 more today (ha!).

Oh, and I guess I should say that these are all dealing with personae from my thesis. I'm trying to figure out if the ms is really done or if I have more to say. I'm still not sure.

15a: Donny Takes a Night Class

poof


15b: Stella on the Playground

poof


15c: Lessons from a Grill Cook

poof

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I've been trying to write a poem titled "Lessons from a Grill Cook" for years. I think I still haven't.

I lied.

You know I can't stay away.

Today, someone popped my thesis bubble. The one where I'm writing about this guy named Donny who works for ODOT.

Today, someone said, "Why are you trying to write persona poems? Couldn't you just tell these stories in your own voice?"

Today, I thought my brain was going to explode.

Tomorrow, I'm going to see about fixing this Donny issue.

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The Pre-Bisbee workshop is pretty awesome though, regardless of the existential problems it's creating in my life. Yesterday, though, was a rough day. I started class at 10 a.m. and was still in class almost 12 hours later (a different class, of course). By the end of the day, I was twitching and slap-happy and exhausted. Didn't get to bed until around 2 and started again at 10. I'm so glad I have the weekend to recuperate. And just a few more days before I go west.

I met my replacement today. She should be starting sometime next week, which means I will soon be back on summer vacation. Thank goodness.

Last night, I workshopped my first persona poem and found it infinitely frustrating. All of a sudden, I realize that the poems, as the are being generated, are too reliant on each other to stand alone. I can't explain just yet exactly how stumped I am by this predicament. Hopefully I'll figure it out soon.

This weekend is all about homework, errands, and Father's Day brunch at the Galaxy, a sorta-fancy restaurant near my home town. About as fancy as Medina county gets anyhow. And hopefully a good amount of sleeping. Come to think of it, I may be doing just that very soon. But I thought I should try to get some work done first.

Another rejection today. And I thought I had this one in the bag, especially because the envelope was thick... until I realized they returned the poems. Time to put some packets together.