I was visiting with Reesa, with Kit lying on the couch looking on and basking in the general writerliness, when we decided to do some in depth editing on some of my poetry. What ensued from there was sheer creative gooey goodness.

In an open word document, we looked at the poems. One at a time, naturally. First, there was the reading. Followed by contemplation. And then, with brains open wide, minds at their most perceptive and verbose, each stanza, each line, each word was given it’s due contemplation.

Across just a couple of hours, we worked over two poems, looking at meaning, tone, flow, word choice, meta stuff… and more. It was the equivalent of a week’s worth of workshopping. Now, I’ve had Bone Monkeys out and about gathering rejections. And I’ve gotten two very encouraging personalized rejections on it. I had figured it was about done. But then, Reesa’s and my brains got ahold of it. It was good before. It’s friggin’ awesome now!

We also worked over Bodhisattva. Now, I just want a bit more feedback on it, give it a good once over in the harsh light of day to make damn sure I’ve got it just right, and then I need to find a market for it. I’m thinking I’ll aim it at a Buddhist magazine, or something literary. If I hadn’t sent Virginia Quarterly six poems already, I’d send it to them. *evil grin*

So, I’m feeling really good about those two, and I’ve got a few more that are looking good, too. Now. Find markets, send shit out!!! Yeah. I can do that.