Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers

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i gathered about 50 poems today. dating back to 2002. i know if it doesn't have a title, i haven't published it. so there's 50 or so and that was just using the "poetry" tag. i have many more that i haven't tagged.

then i have to read them all and title them. and i don't want to read them. i don't want to read anything i wrote. for a couple of years i wrote one sentence per line so it looks like poetry, so i have to read all of that to find the poems inside. eck.

but it has to be done. my new plan is to spend the rest of the year working on my poetry and other writing and then devote 2014 to getting something published again. even if i get into another anthology. the problem with magazines is that they want you to buy a few copies and get familiar with the type of poetry they publish. i can't afford that. spending money on poetry i might just hate seems like a HUGE waste of money.

i used to publish on the web, i need to do that again, too. it carries no weight with paper publishers, but it makes me feel good. all of the stuff i published in the 2000's is gone now, the websites not kept up. so it's like i never published at all. except in the anthology.

and that brings us to the mp3s. time to make more of those, too.

but the really important thing is that i keep writing. i wonder if all my journals are in storage or if they are in the garage. i'll check that tomorrow. maybe if i write with a pen it will be easier to write again.

milo just walked up to me and showed me that he had a treat. how cute. he makes so few moves toward me, i take every one and love it. we barked at each other for a while tonight. i told him the story of the wolf i met in the woods, but i don't think he was listening to the whole thing. he perked up when i told him i gave the wolf a piece of cheese.

howler, meanwhile, played chase with the wind. it would get super windy and he would run to the door to be let in, then when i got up to let him in, the wind died down and he would run off. he did this a few times before i finally got up in time to let him in. goofy cat. he's been spending more time on my lap, both outside and inside. he's such a cuddle.

Red listens to rap and doesn't like BBCAmerica. i like her anyway. everyone has their faults. at least she's not a hippie. i don't think i could take that. she has hippie tendencies, but she lived in the northwest for years, that is understandable. it only figures that some of it would rub off on her.

i had apple cinnamon hookah today. it was good. smooth. the smell of it in the package was better than the smell of it burning. so far my favorite is the blackberry and that is the only flavor we have no more of. tomorrow i'll try strawberry, i think it will be better than the strawberry kiwi. it was too kiwi. too sharp. my sweatshirt still smells of it.

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