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I need more literary friends.

I made some friends last night; two of whom individually went on marvelous talks about grammar with me, and one of whom chatted authors and writing, too. It was fantastic :-)

What's sorta amusing is that even before I met them I was in a bit of a literary mood. I had some time to kill, and I was already hanging at the Dupont Starbucks, so I scribbled out some poetry. Some of it actually turned out pretty nice. I'll have to poke at it with a colored pen a bit, but maybe I'll have something typed and viewable on the lit blog I'm always neglecting.


EDIT: Surprise! I actually did get one typed up. I added to the written draft when I typed it (typical), but when I accidentally deleted the last third and had to reforge it, it came out even better. I'm actually pretty happy with this'un. Hence coming back and adding this lil post scriptum. So you should totally go read it.

As I mentioned in the preambling notes, there's another, longer, more interesting poem from yesterday that I'm more excited about. To be fair, that's the one I was thinking of when I wrote above about maybe getting something up & posted sometime.
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