Wow--about a week and no poetry has spewed forth from my fecund mind. No strange assault of words with which to delight and enthrall some unsuspecting reader. I know, some of you are reading and saying "well, wah, poor you"--and I can accept that response. :) One thing I can almost always do, though, is find something I can write a poem about.

Not right now. That makes me feel cranky.

Some of it is that I'm tired. I had a good time this weekend, with the book release party and all, but it was also very draining. It was a learning experience too, though--I know what things I will do differently, if there is a next time. And like I said, it was a lovely party, dahlinks...it's just that I spent the last hour of it waiting for it to be done (*laugh*).

And some of it is that I have so much actual homework to do--I had a closing argument to do today, on which I did very well, and a working outline for my appelate advocacy paper, on which I did not do so well (or not so well as I should have, methinks, but keep in mind all this is my opinion). And I'll have direct examination stuff to do next week (which means I have to find someone to be a witness for me too--ugh) and parts of the app ad paper will be due... And I still have reading and problems to do for Sales and Secured, and for Legal Estate Planning...

I'm having a "what, I have to do all this?" time. And for a week, I haven't had time to search around for poetical inspiration :(

Oh, it's out there. Somewhere there is a single line in a fairytale that will spark a whole new association in my mind, or a ritual that Tacitus claims the barbarians used to raise the dead, or a mythic god whose underlings eat the hearts of those who cheat on dying lovers. Something worthy of making into a poem.

Instead I have case law to wade through for this app ad paper. Blech. Maybe I'll be able to steal myself some creative time tomorrow...

Sucks when it's all you want to do today, though, doesn't it?