A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Hundred-And-Eighty-Three

I expect I will keep tonight's entry fairly short, as I am honestly not feeling all that wonderful at the moment.  I've been attempting to quit that awful habit that is tobacco, and it is not a pleasant thing, but I am making it pretty well so far. I hope that this time it will actually stick.  I feel optimistic about that, honestly, but I've felt that way before...

Anyhow, I did my writing tonight and have a poem that I feel might have some merit, though, again, I know it is in need of work.  I didn't start the revision that I intended to, but I am going to get that poem printed out, at least, so I can read it and make notes, if not tonight than in the morning.  Certainly, I need to do that work.  I also have another couple of poems I feel are very close and really good in their overall approaches to fairly thorny subjects.  I feel they are poems that I need to get published, and that have things to say which I want to get into the world.  One is about the current political climate, and in particular the border wall, and the other is about race and privilege, but I think that both are unlike other poems I've encountered that deal with those issues.  As well, I think they are good already, but I know that work needs to be done to get them right.

In addition to all of that, I made the first phone call to the learning specialist I mentioned yesterday.  I feel that it is really a big step, but I still need to wait to hear back from her at this point.  If I don't hear back from her, I will call again or email tomorrow.  Anyhow, I have a positive feeling about it, and I know from the experience that my cousin has had that this is someone who really knows her stuff and can probably help me get myself whipped into shape in terms of some of the issues I've been discussing.

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