...but it's far too early to tell if it was a day of good writing. At times when I paused to give my hand a wee rest, I thought about my pen. It's hard to believe that Bic Biros sell at a rate of 57 pens per second. I wonder how fast my Papermate Flexgrip Ultra goes? Pretty fast I'd say, going by my output today. By day's end I'd tacked a few more pages on the wall. I'm especially pleased with the last little poem that popped out of me. It makes me giggle like a fool when I read it. H laughed when I read it to him. So, if nothing else, I had fun. The smile on my face right now looks much like this.
Actually, the fun began this morning. Instead of starting my day by reading poetry like I usually do, I attended a reading by Elizabeth Bachinsky. I suspect that's what influenced the tone of my last poem.