Thursday, March 25, 2010

NaPoWrimo

Thank you to everyone who was gracious enough to make me aware of NaPoWrimo. You really didn't have to, but you did, and I am indebted to you. I am very exited about doing this alongside Poetic Asides, which should prove to be challenging, but eversomuchfreakingfun. I made a new word. I have been pretty prolific my entire writing life, so I think I can hack the two poems a day thing. Yes, I think I just might do it. Starting April 1st I will have a nice little poem here waiting for all of my loyal readers to bask in.
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  1. SnazzyMarch 31, 2010 at 11:57 PM

    Hi. I hope you don't consider this intrusive. I found your blog on www.napowrimo.net, and am also planning on participating. I thought it would be good motivation to find other people who were writing throughout this month as well. My blog is here: http://through-a-mirror.blogspot.com/ if you care to add. If not, you can disregard this comment.

    Good luck on your poetry!

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