the fool’s back pocket…

I feel so uneducated. Not exactly stupid, just lost. After spending six days actually building a better mouse-trap, there’s nothing left to say. The pieces that were hacked off in the process will grow back, and while the process isn’t exactly “painful,” I wouldn’t recommend it as a regular activity. Tons of editing still to do, a few other tweaks and what not, but if I die tomorrow, I’ll have a book length manuscript to my credit. Working on an idea for a poetry book, but still don’t know how many poems go in 1 book. Hard to build an arc around that, but I’m willing to try anything at this point.

Thanks for all the kind words and what not, it is most appreciated. Will be posting more soon, perhaps tonight if the insomnia returns.