The tip of my brain!
I was reading Pablo Neruda for a poetry assignment tonight (whom I really don't like, but that's neither here nor there,) and one of his poems reminded me of another we read during humanities senior year.
Which poem you ask? I have no idea...I know it talked about feet, and how they brought us through life, but I can't for the life of me remember what in the world it was called, and it's irritating me. It's right there, and if I saw the poem, I'd be "right!" But, alas.
Nano Stats:
Start: 10 P.M
Finish: 11ish
Word Count: 7178
Sanity: 59% (my week slew me)
Caffeine: quite enough to be getting on with.
I'm so dreadfully behind, but I'm having a little more fun now, and I'm hoping to have some serious writing time this weekend, uninhibited by freaking out about tests.
Off to keep searching for that bloody piece of poetry.
TTFN
Which poem you ask? I have no idea...I know it talked about feet, and how they brought us through life, but I can't for the life of me remember what in the world it was called, and it's irritating me. It's right there, and if I saw the poem, I'd be "right!" But, alas.
Nano Stats:
Start: 10 P.M
Finish: 11ish
Word Count: 7178
Sanity: 59% (my week slew me)
Caffeine: quite enough to be getting on with.
I'm so dreadfully behind, but I'm having a little more fun now, and I'm hoping to have some serious writing time this weekend, uninhibited by freaking out about tests.
Off to keep searching for that bloody piece of poetry.
TTFN