Today, my brain seems unable to latch onto any one poetry related activity and hold. It's turned into a day of flitting.
I flitted around iTunes trying to find some sound that would ground me.
I flitted around Facebook.
I flitted around my spreadsheet recording yesterday's dreary rejection from one of my all-time favorite journals.
I flitted around the AWP schedule, discovering more panels and events to add to my list.
I flitted around my email account and submitted some poems to.... don't want to jinx it.
I flitted around the house in an attempt to tidy up the place a bit (hah!).
Now, I suppose I shall flit off to school and try to focus on classes.
PS: I doubt anyone in the world has ever really called me a flit. This is quite out of character.