I should know better than to contemplate ideas before I go to bed. But, I don’t know better.
In the back of my mind lately I’ve been thinking about my thesis/manuscript even though I’ve promised myself I’ll focus on my final full MFA residency etc and only start on the t/m in June.
One of the things that has been stalking me is what the title will be. I’m in love with the idea of one particular title, but what if the work itself don’t really meld to that? The title in question–I will call it TRH–is also a title of a poem that I have written many times. I keep trying to write a poem under this title, but each time the poem turns out to be something else. Until early this morning, I think.
I usually wake up once, if not several times, during the night. This time it was 4am and I was really awake and the TRH title was floating around in my mind, but then I had an idea of how I could actually possibly structure it without it going off into being another topic. So, I got up and wrote the first draft of the poem. Probably should have just stayed up because it was well after 5:30 before I went back to sleep.
Oh well, gives me a few extra moments today to work on other things since I plan on being in Greensboro tomorrow for the previously mentioned Southeastern Literary Magazine and Small Press Festival. I plan to get there early but not sure how long I’ll stay. Depends on who I end up chatting with and how much is actually going on.
I’ll be the one with the very girlie backpack–but hey it holds a lot of stuff!
Oh and here is the vest alogn with some other pictures I was playing around with Have a good laugh!