Five

This weekend seemed like a wash...it was 2:30 on Sunday afternoon and still I hadn't gotten motivated. Then, I decided to go to the bar. And I worked--really, really worked--for three hours without interruptions. Without checking facebook or email or my blog. What is it about that bar that makes it easier to concentrate? Is it the darkness, the mahogany, the awesome satellite radio station they play, the lack of internet connection, the never-ending supply of alcohol? Who knows. But, despite the damage it will do to my budget (this is no dive bar--this is a fancy, seasonal beer bar), I'm thinking about making this a weekly outing.

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Day 5 poem:
gone

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I kind of hate this poem, except the last 3 lines. But it's a first draft! I have to keep reminding myself that just because these poems are going public doesn't mean they're finished. My first drafts are always kind of...yawn.