I've been in the final stretches of late with the apocalypse book, having finished all the poems in their tidy sections. I was not writing for months, for much of the summer and the early fall and then it sort of just all came in a rush during November. The final pieces are still very rough and I feel like there is still ordering and such to tend to, but it feels like the house is built, the foundation is laid, the walls sound, and all that's left is to finish it up--paint the walls, lay the carpet, throw out the trash, and move in. I'm aiming to do this during the break most likely, since I will have a little bit of free time between Christmas and New Years. Otherwise I am pushing my way through more blonde joke poems, of which there may be more than the small chapbook I intended, and since I am making sure to write everyday (which is a challenge, especially since I am struggling to get back on schedule with chap releases by year's end.) I may have something a little more substantial by the turn of the year, or at least something a little more hefty to work with.
Winter is dragging on me already though. We don't have much sun, and when we do, it's that annoyingly blinding low winter sun. I hate this part of the year..I say it every winter...and yet every winter, I expect something different..We actually have had rather mildish weather, and unlike last year I am at least on my feet, so I won't complain too much.