Hugs and dignified head nods all around as wanted/needed/appropriate.

It is astounding to me that tomorrow closes the 2024 Stafford Challenge cohort. Assuming of course that I write today and tomorrow, which I will, I will have written more than 365 poems since 1/17/24. I stopped counting them awhile back. Sure, a lot of them (a LOT of them!) need further editing/revising, but... the point of it all is, that I wrote every single day for a year. What a blessing writing every day has been for me. It helped me work through all the L drama. Especially the angry poetry.

Oh and a funny aside: the editor of the smaller anthology that's coming out soon, the one that I have 6 poems in, teasingly accused me of "semicolon abuse". I can't help it. I like semicolons.