Like I don’t have enough to do…
I’m a sucker for a writing challenge and a friend just posted about the new National Poetry Writing Month: 30 poems in 30 Days. Like it’s older cousin, NaNoWriMo, the challenge is to keep on cranking out writing every day for a month.
A recipe for disaster? Perhaps. This could devolve into Hipster time travelers snapping fingers to bad poems while wearing French berets in 1964.
Tomorrow, I will begin. Poems on a train ride to Chicago. Yeah. I can dig it. Snap. Snap.