Writing Log – 12/7/21

Wrote morning pages, a task which almost always sparks ideas. One is to rethink M.M. Make it simpler, less strident, gentler. A children’s book, maybe? Reviewed Two Roads and, satisfied it’s back in the ole noggin, will pull out another poem, probably Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, since I might as well get all my Frost under control at once. Also, it’s December and since I don’t expect much snow this year, or any for the rest of my life as climate change moves us to wherever it’s moving us, I might as well enjoy snow in verse.