weather, poetry, songs about doomed love, and breakfast

[heresluck]

It's snowing out. Well, it's not so much snow as sleet crossed with hail. The roads look terrible. I'm actually rather fond of nasty weather when I am inside with a cup of hot chocolate rather than out in it. So I'm quite happy. I like living where there is weather rather than just climate

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[ex_truepenn]

I don't know if there's anything I can do to help with the poetry, but if there is, let me know.

[heresluck]

Will do. Thank you.

[renenet]

I hope the hyper-aware-of-language state survived sleep and is with you today. Also? Remember how pleased you were when I called your poetic voice "unflinching" and practice throwing yourself upon the sharp, jagged rocks of the British Museum basement poem without flinching. Unflinching is only remarkable if you should by all rights be cowering in a corner, of course. Call me if talking about it might help you get out of the corner and onto the rocks.

You're the best, and this post made me feel so close to you last night. I hope you enjoyed your tasty breakfast. Please report on the plum preserves.

[heresluck]

These particular plum preserves are rather gooey, and show signs of being made by someone who is extremely fond of vanilla. Which, hey, fine with me.

As for the poems... I will at some point have to pitch myself onto the rocks of the British Museum one, but this may not be the week for it; I can't possibly get that poem anything like readable in a week, so I think I need to focus on the ones that are salvageable.

You may have to hang out with me there in June, though. Hey! We're going to London!

[renenet]

I think I need to focus on the ones that are salvageable.

Fair enough. My fingers are crossed for you. Good luck, and kick some poetic ass...poetically, of course.

You may have to hang out with me there in June, though.

Can do. Just as long as you promise not to decide while we're there that our friendship needs to end. (What? Is that remark too flip? Should I not joke about the sharp, jagged rocks? Sometimes I'm callous and strange.)

Hey! We're going to London!

Oh, we so are! I keep changing my mind about what flight I want, but I'm on the verge of booking one today. Yay!

[heresluck]

Just as long as you promise not to decide while we're there that our friendship needs to end.

Okay, if you promise not to become incredibly annoying, regressive, clingy, and incapable of making a decision or even using the Tube.

I'm not too worried. *g*

[rliz]

Would posting one of the problematic poems here be at all a help?

(... OK, I admit it. I also just want to read more of your poems.)

[heresluck]

Quite possibly. I would want to figure out particular questions to ask. And thank you for saying you'd like to read more -- it's what every writer loves to hear, as you well know.

I'm also going to attempt an emergency convening of my writers' group, which may or may not actually come to pass.