I discovered the best workout the other day—-
bwahahahahaha. Don’t worry. I’m just fucking with you. When I say spinning, I’m talking about my head. I am stone cold sober, but AWP is coming up, as is a trip to the Olde Home Town. I’m arranging interviews with people for research purposes. I’m arranging a drink with one of my oldest friends. I’m figuring out who I need to see in order to survive AWP. And yet, I still have a paper to do today. Editing doesn’t stop even though I’m turning into a total schmooze. [Ed. Plea: Can someone with a better grasp of Yiddish than I have tell me wether the “c” is gratuitous on my part?]
Edit. Write. Schmooze. Plan more writing. Print out a poem for a writer’s group. Check facebook. Marvel that I wrote a poem. Check facebook. Write a blog post in order to figure out what the hell is going on in my head. Listen to the Punch Brothers. I love all this stuff, but how do I keep track?