A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Forty-sIX

So, it appears that I made a small mistake last night.  Though I wrote an entry, it did not get posted.  I got to my office tonight and saw it sitting open, as I had it while writing.  I am not certain what happened, but I have posted it this evening.  Apologies to any regular readers who might have missed my upload. 

In any event, I am getting back to working regularly in my office now, though it is still just the evening session at the moment.  I hope that I can get myself up here in the morning and begin moving back towards a fuller schedule.  In the week or so before the poetry festival, and even the first few days of the festival itself, I was writing twice a day, composing around ten or so poems per a session.  I think that is actually a sustainable rate for me, if I can get myself onto that schedule again.  It is an insane rate, probably, and perhaps I am fooling myself to think that I can create great work at that pace, but I believe that each new poem I write is teaching me, allowing me to discover more of what I can do, and more what I want to do.  It is also clear to me that twenty poems is probably not much in terms of the amount of actual text when compared to the output of a novelist.  I would imagine that many novelists write twenty or more pages a day, and those are certain to be more dense than most of my poems.  In essence, I am aware that this is an intense output for a poet, but it is not necessarily that strange if I view it from a different, more grounded perspective.  In any event, I really do think that the amount of work I've done over the past year or so has taken me a great distance, and I am prepared to discover just how much further my work can go, what I can learn from my next thousand or so poems.

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