And the show, dear friends, is NAPOWRIMO.

This year, as I have done since 2002, I will celebrate National Poetry Writing Month by writing one poem every day for the month of April, and post them to my NaPoWriMo blog. The first year, I NaPoed alone, but in each following year, people have joined me in celebrating the awesomeness of writing first and asking questions later.
So, will you, won't you, will you, won't you join the dance?
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However, a mobile geek unit is supposed to come out today and inspect the damage. If they can get my computer to work correctly again, I will do a little dance.
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And you thought the law couldn't be fun.
UPDATE: I've fixed the link!
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Started out feeling depressed, ended up feeling paranoid, but there were many good things in between.
My computer's CD drive is kaput. Reads DVDs fine, but the CD-reading laser has gone off to another realm. I spent hours last night dinking around with the firmware and BIOS before I realized I would just have to buy a new drive. Which is on its way. And which I must upon arrival attempt to install -- my first foray into hardware installation. This will represent a new level of geeky awesomeness for me.
My glasses broke and I repaired them with Krazy Glue. This is the universe's way of telling me to get my eyes checked.
Bringing the book design to the next level -- did some designs for the next round of tinysides which had me beside myself with belief in my own awesomeness. More total awesomeness can only follow.
The giant art project for this week is binding Big Game's latest and greatest chapbook: David Trinidad's Tiny Moon Notebook. Here's a sneakpeak:

I still can't write, but I think that is the universe's way of telling me to finish Applies to Oranges. I am self-sabotaging this great work through endless procrastination. April will be the month of its completion -- yea, I swear it upon, um, stuff!
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