Dear Reader:
It's been a week since my last confession. Come with me to the confessional.
This morning I awoke to major snow here in Kansas City. It Happens. This was the most severe of this winter. Our street was not plowed. It is a few blocks off a beaten path, but it is not on the city plow route and I think it is usually plowed by someone in the neighborhood. I confess that my efforts to get to work were stymied I got stuck at the other end of the block, and somewhere around an hour and a half later I got the car backed maybe 200 feet from the drive and was stuck again. Eventually, with two very nice neighbors, we got it back safely in our drive.
After exceeding my book reading goal by 1 book last year, I have upped my goal from 24 to 28 books. I confess I have finished the first of the year. A Biography on Frida Kahlo. She is a fascinating individual who endured enormous pain in her life and crafted art that was often reflective of her pain.
AWP is coming fast. February 7th. I confess I can't believe how fast that seems to be closing in.
Last night I wrote a new draft poem, working late into the night. I have struggled the last few days to feel effective with my pen. I did three drafts and I confess I believe it is a keeper, however, it still requires a rewrite.
They have finally cleared the road out front, I confess I feel optimistic about getting to work tomorrow.
I confess I recall being really angry about something but for the life of me, I cannot recall what it was.
That's about it for today, my friends. Until next time, be safe.
Best wishes,
Michael Wells
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