Thirty days of poetry is a heck of a feat. Thirty days of alphabet poetry is something even more.
I can hear it now, the chorus of people asking, “More what?”
But you know something? I don’t know. It’s just more. More of a pain, more of a triumph. More exciting, more maddening. It’s just more, okay?
I wasn’t sure I’d do it. I wasn’t sure I’d make it. But here I am, thirty days later, with a few more poems under my belt and a sense of accomplishment I haven’t felt in a while. It’s a good feeling.
What about you – what have you been up to these last thirty days? How have the last thirty days changed you?
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 
My inability to write came back after a year of abstinence and I’ve been writing like mad. The only part that’s annoying is that every time I send it to myself to put in my MS it goes missing in the E void.
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Ugh. This is the only writing I’ve done for most of the year; I’d been working on another rewrite of The Lokana Chronicles, but it just isn’t working. And with everything I’ve got on my plate at the moment, I’m too tired to put the effort into it that it needs. I haven’t even been able to read properly, which isn’t helping.
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