Another week whizzed by. I confess that I feel my head spinning. A little dizzy or woozy.
I had a poetry group meeting tonight and arrived home and my wife had a box of Maple Leaf cookies with maple filling sandwiched within. Every diabetic's dream. I confess I absolutely love Maple. I could easily drink it from a bottle. I don't, but I confess the thought has occurred to me.
After yesterday's Motherload of Poetry Books in the mail, I admit that today's mail was tremendously boring. I knew it was going to be a hard act to follow.
I confess that every night for the rest of the week I have poetry/writerly stuff to do. This both feels good and a bit overwhelming too.
I confess that I totally have a sea of project ideas floating around in my head. The trick is to pull them out of the spin cycle and begin to put them into play.
I confess that I am confessed out!