Unwell

Is it just me or can we associate being unwell with some good writing? Either your head is messed up and you've got a lot of good crap coming out of your subconscious or you're too sick to get out of bed so you just stay in and write your fingers off? I have a cold right now and I'm stuck at home so we'll see what comes out of all this later.

Been revisiting the past year's poetry. Rescued some random stuff from a previous journal too. There's not much, but I do like what I have. I think I hardly wrote at all this past semester, and I blame it all on practicum. I hope this is not a foreshadowing of my writing practice in the future. Then again, there are a lot of things you don't have to do once you're teaching for real, so... I should be able to have more time to myself. Unless Miss Niceness takes over and goes two extra miles. I'll be the death of me, I swear.

Anyone who read Characters Under Glass before it was published might remember The Notebook with the embroidered cover. Guess what? We now have Notebook 2! Again with a pretty cover. The past couple of days I rearranged all my post-Characters poetry and wrote them in there. I don't know why but there's something romantic about a well-kept handwritten copy of poetry. My brother-in-law was like, why? and I'm like, dunno.