I am like a slip of comet,
Scarce worth discovery, in some corner seen
Bridging the slender difference of two stars,
Come out of space, or suddenly engender'd
By heady elements, for no man knows;
But when she sights the sun she grows and sizes
And spins her skirts out, while her central star
Shakes its cocooning mists; and so she comes
To fields of light; millions of travelling rays
Pierce her; she hangs upon the flame-cased sun,
And sucks the light as full as Gideons's fleece:
But then her tether calls her; she falls off,
And as she dwindles shreds her smock of gold
Between the sistering planets, till she comes
To single Saturn, last and solitary;
And then she goes out into the cavernous dark.
So I go out: my little sweet is done:
I have drawn heat from this contagious sun:
To not ungentle death now forth I run.

Found item on Internet:

William Gibson stopped blogging in 2003, saying, "I've found blogging to be a low-impact activity, mildly narcotic and mostly quite convivial, but the thing I've most enjoyed about it is how it never fails to underline the fact that if I'm doing this I'm definitely not writing a novel -- that is, if I'm still blogging, I'm definitely still on vacation."

Already known poem:

NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

And then of course .... this

I'm wrapping up some projects now so that I can proceed with my plans over the next two months. This means that I'll have no time for any creative writing either, which sucks. But I do have plans to enter another contest by May, so that is something to work toward.

Dirt Press will be releasing their Dirt: Volume One in June, which includes one of my flash fiction pieces. It's exciting to have something coming out in print when I haven't been writing or submitting at all recently.

Today was spent shopping in an ice storm. At least the stores were not crowded! That is what it takes around here. I even bought two pairs of jeans, but now I feel rather guilty about it because I just should not have spent money on JEANS. I don't need them and they're long for my little legs. I acutally might take a scissor to one pair if I don't wind up returning them. My other purchases were all gifts, which I now have to wrap and send. At least those were less expensive. Recently my cousin showed me her $150 jeans that she bought, and I was trying to see what made them $150 jeans, but I don't have it yet. She says they are COMFORTABLE! I hope so!!

I have been writing out some character descriptions for the romance novel I'm plotting. I'm getting more interested in writing that story now than I am in writing the artsy lit one. Now to figure out when to sit and start writing it. Maybe once I actually get my own computer!! I can't believe I haven't even bought one yet. Ack.

Tomorrow is our book club meeting on The Bean Trees. I don't see how I'll have the time to read the next selection but we will see. ...