Tonight I spent about three hours going through old notebooks. I always have at least one notebook in reach, even in the kitchen, so I can record an idea or turn of phrase when it comes to me. Also, I’m terrible at math and am always logging things like caloric intake and bills. The notebooks tend to be a bit hodge-podge, with everything jumbled together on random pages. Ironic, considering how organized and neat I usually am, but hey, sometimes I just need a piece of paper, any piece of paper, before the words evaporate.
There were a lot of random bits of poetry in some of the notebooks. Nothing finished, unless I put it together from the magnets on my refrigerator. I guess I’m not a closer that way. Best part is that I spent so long going through all of it, and marveling at how gawd-awful some of it was, that midnight came and went without a blog post.
BUT! I’m still up, so it’s still today. Why, hello, back-dating to one minute before midnight.
Here’s one from my fridge, made with the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit, date unknown, probably 2010.
I still need to set the kit up on my current refrigerator so Inigo can start writing, too. He’s better at it than I am, the little stinker. He’s lucky he’s so cute.