#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

To be away from home. A rest. New thoughts. More rest. Shorebirds. Sky without clouds. More shorebirds. Good sleep, early sleep, early rising. Frank goes to his meeting. I walk the beach along the Gulf with morning’s shells and weeds and wrack. I walk and walk and return to Frank. Coffee and croissant and a view of the sun on the water. I work on poems. I make progress on poems. I feel good about the manuscript. I reach a point where it’s time to dive into a long, challenging, pivotal poem and take a break. Return to it after sunset, after a casual dinner, after the sky has gone dark and I work on it for a good long time. Frank is happy letting me work. I have poems for morning workshop. I imagine a deadline for myself. To have all the poems re-revised by Dec. 1. Then, to have the manuscript in an ordered draft by New Year’s eve. It felt good to not need all the sleep today that I needed yesterday. I heard from a journal that they are about to finally publish a poem they accepted months ago. I had forgotten and was glad to be reminded. t’s so nice to have each other all to ourselves. Every conversation, large and small, just us.