Summer+writing= negative

So far this summer, I have produced nothing of consequence.

I feel as if I have become insanely lazy. A lot of thinking going on, but not much writing. And by not much, I mean about 5 pgs of my novel and nothing else. I should have a new chapter and 5 poems by now. I guess I can go on a mad writing spree this weekend, or something, but it just doesn't seem like it'll happen. Probably because I've just felt really tired this week.

I think it's good to give myself a small break after the totally insane semester I had. But really, it's time to get cracking. And since I will be on vacation in 2 weeks, I must get cracking now. Because if I go until July without getting anything done, I'll really be upset with myself.

So, I finally forced myself to sit down this week and said I was going to write a complete poem. If not two.

The poem of the week is currently only this:

I imagine he made her
laugh.