Woohoo!

I am so happy just to be able to write something. No spoilers. All I can say is that my summer turned out to be a bust. My writing hit a bunch of valleys and valleys and valleys, but finally peaked ever so briefly just to wind up back to the valleys again.

I am ecstatic that I wrote a poem and turned it in before midnight. Who knew that it would feel this good. More than likely, I will look at the poem again tomorrow and realize that I want to change fifty things. Fortunately, I can fill my time with reading or something.