Umbilicus Maximus
So whilst I was resting up, I was re-reading The Colossus, Sylvia Plath's first poetry collection.
It made me think of how I really love going through a book and seeing notes that I made before and then forgot about.
Especially when they're scribbled around Poem For A Birthday, because I think I just got a chunk of source material for my planned motherhood/confessional poetry essay. SO WHAT IF I'M NOT WRITING IT UNTIL NEXT YEAR.
You don't care.
In other news, my handwriting is shit and I talk about Sylvia Plath too much. In other other news, there will be a new chapter of OAH up tomorrow, because my beta is lovely, and I am good for nothing but sitting in bed, writing and trying not to pull on my stitches! Or chew at them like a dog.
It made me think of how I really love going through a book and seeing notes that I made before and then forgot about.
Especially when they're scribbled around Poem For A Birthday, because I think I just got a chunk of source material for my planned motherhood/confessional poetry essay. SO WHAT IF I'M NOT WRITING IT UNTIL NEXT YEAR.
You don't care.
In other news, my handwriting is shit and I talk about Sylvia Plath too much. In other other news, there will be a new chapter of OAH up tomorrow, because my beta is lovely, and I am good for nothing but sitting in bed, writing and trying not to pull on my stitches! Or chew at them like a dog.