Last night, I read:
“The Woman Who Rode Away” by DH Lawrence
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, Chapters 1 – 3.
If anyone would like to talk about either of those selections, please do comment below.
Yesterday, I revised (tried to re-see) a poem I’ve been working on and got to what I think is a good place with it. The middle section still needs attention, but I did what I could with the energy I had.
It was one of those days where I knew in my head (I don’t mean my mind…I mean I had one of those headaches where you just feel tired all day) I wasn’t going to get much new writing done, but I’m happy with what I was able to do in revision. That’s not to say that revision isn’t new writing, but it’s not from scratch or the ether or wherever else these things in their mirror images form before you make them stick.
If you’re writing today, good writing!