I strongly suspect that not much writing will get done tonight. I may or may not have poured my drink (or drinks) a wee bit too strong and I am really not in the mood for this. I did, however, search all day for inspiration for my 3rd poem, but nothing really came to me. And that's ok...somehow the idea of 3 poems a week seems to be a really lofty goal. When the idea hits, I will write it, but I sure don't want to force it. A forced writing, whether poetry or fiction, will seem forced, and thus be unreadable. And I simply don't want to go that route. Tomorrow is another day.
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