Trying to do too many things at once

So, this week my head may explode. I just finished reading and choosing the poems for the next issue of Autumn Sky Poetry, I’m participating in NaPoWriMo and have just written the 13th sonnet of the month (and yes, I know it says “Cloud study number fifteen,” but I wrote two last month and I don’t want to mess up my scheme), and I’m trying to write a novel. Oddly, writing the sonnets helped my prose writing, which I didn’t expect, but I don’t know how many more sonnets I will be able to write. Last night I dreamed in iambic pentameter, which was weird. I’m not certain it’s altogether good for my mental health. Then again, I’ve never been particularly normal, so whatever.

I lied

Well, not really. I tried to abstain from the NaPoWriMo. Then I found myself wanting to write. Okay, I say, sure go ahead if you want to, write a poem. So I did, last night. Then I woke up. Wanted to write another one. So I did. Then I realized that NaPoWriMo had infected me, like a virus. So I’ll try it, but I’m making no promises to myself or anyone else. I’m keeping it low-key, no pressure. Really.

If you want to read my poems, go to Poets.org’s NaPoWriMo section:

Christine’s napowrimo scribbles

I’ll be damned if I’m going to write at least ten pages in my novel everyday, a poem a day, and then try and post the poems all over the net, too. I’m keeping them all in one place until I give up, probably mid-month. 😉