Third time's the charm

Lots of blogging today...turns out I have a hard time focusing on one thing for 8 hours straight. Go figure.

I've also realized today that I prefer to revise poems on paper. Didn't know that before. I suppose usually my revision process entails fixing line breaks and changing a word here or there, but the poems I'm working on right now require major surgery, which is easier to do on paper for some reason. Sadly, this means that I haven't gotten too much done. (Because I don't have access to a printer here)

Also sad is the fact that I've decided about 12 of my rough poems will never be anything more than they are right now. So much for 100 poems. Between combining rough drafts that were too similar or dealing with the same subject and junking some others, I'm down to 81 lines on my spreadsheet. : (

And finally, a random question. How come I get a temp job the same week that all my friends and family are in from out of town, and how come they all want to see me on the same day?

Wait, that wasn't final. I also want to know, is "how come" an Ohio thing? or worse, a Tracey thing? I was picking on my mom the other day for asking me to "go down the basement." Not "go downstairs," or "go down to the basement." This is another linguistic picadillo that I can't identify. I'm okay with regional things (unlike Bailey, who seems to be offended by her own Ohio-ness) but I don't like it when my family butchers the English language and rubs off on me.