Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones
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Sleepy

Think I'm coming down with Mom's hell-cold. Laid on bed, read Beowulf all afternoon; Lucky Dog lay beside me on his back and snored. Was bitchass cold. Wore chenille socks. Had toast for dinner.

Oh, here's something interesting--I've submitted my latest three revisions to poetryslamming out of sheer curiosity. I read some of the other poem/comment threads, and while some of the criticism was pretty blunt (I have a Southerner's tendency to be over-tactful, if there is such a thing), it was all constructive--specific advice on line breaks or word choices, which you don't tend to see often. Also, with "slamming" in the name of the community, it's not like you're going to be taken by surprise or anything. So basically I'm curious to see if I make the grade. Or their grade. Or whatever. I keep revising and revising and revising, so any sort of radical suggestion might actually help.

Tomorrow: hair cut!
Tags: books, health, house of bark, lucky, writing
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