A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Hundred-And-Sixty-Six

I did a bunch of the research and am getting the letter together for the next agent.  It is taking me a bit to figure out, as I said yesterday, but I am in progress with it.  I feel strongly about my first query, which may be a part of why I am in less of a rush, but I know that I can't just submit to one agent and think that will work.  If it happens that I do get that one agent saying yes, great, but it is not all that likely, and I am better off having more stuff out there.

I am doing a lot of writing, but I am feeling a bit hesitant in general.  It isn't that I'm not doing the work, it is more that I just feel a little isolated at the moment. That's natural, coming from the community of the PBPF, which was so warm and inclusive.  I need to reach out to a few people from the festival, actually, and see what I can do to build more connection. 

This morning, I did write a new poem, and it is actually a rather long piece.  It needs a lot of work, honestly, but I think it has something to it.  I am trying to figure out how to push myself more, again, and I think that I need to take a bit of a step back from my work, maybe, not only in terms of revising, but also in contemplating how to push myself forwards.

I was thinking of, perhaps, doing a deep dive looking at some poets I admire very closely, and working out, from those poems, the tools and techniques, then attempt to emulate from that.  I've done things of that sort before, but I think it is going to be different this time, as I have a stronger sense of what I am looking for.

This weekend is going to be crazy, as I have an event that starts around six in the morning and need to leave around five to get there, so I am heading to bed shortly.  Hoping to have time to do a bit of work tomorrow, but it is going to be a crazy day, so I am not entirely certain.  Anyhow, I am going to call it early tonight, and hope that I get enough sleep to make it through the morning.

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