Yesterday I watched a conference of military contractors and engineers collide with a Hooters calendar photoshoot (that's not an Aril Fools joke), this week's sonnet theme is cooking, and today begins both National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo at the Poetry Free For All. The result, my seventh weekly sonnet, is here, and drafts, as usual, are at my Draft House—which probably needs to be moved to the new domain.
NaPoWriMo isn't nearly as insane as NaNoWriMo, but I think I'll ratchet it just a little and make my goal a sonnet every day except next Thursday-Sunday, when driving, taxes, and a visit from an old friend will probably force me to settle for double-dactyls or less.
And traveling makes me cranky.
5:39:35 PM 
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