Summer courses are time consuming. Who would have thought that placing all the material from a normal semester (four months) into one month would mean a lot of time-consuming work at a fast pace? Go figure, eh?

As a result, I haven't exactly caught up on my replies, etc. after the moving to a new apartment thing. I've got a three week break coming up, so hopefully I'll be able to catch up then, and maybe even do some writing of my own.

On that note, I have posted another poem. It's another old one (nearly four years old) which always feels a bit weird, since it's not a work that's actively on my mind anymore. But it is a way of getting back into the writing spirit, to think about the choices I made then, and how I might do things differently now. Or what I would still do the same. And there's generally less cringing involved for me when I look at old poetry than there is when I look at old prose. So I definitely really appreciate all comments, even if I don't really do much with that poem in specific (though one never knows when an amazing comment may cause fervent inspiration to strike).

I've been writing a bit of poetry lately, which makes me happy. Nothing good enough to post here yet. One really personal piece, and one to seagulls, and one to a dead racoon... I live in hope that something I write will be worth sharing though, and as soon as that happens, I'll definitely post it here.

I'm not sure what I think about posting my prose here. Most of my prose writing is really LONG, which demands quite the commitment out of any commenters. And the short stuff is usually aimed at contests, and usually they specifically say work that hasn't been previously published, and the legality of posting things online can be touchy. Especially when copyright laws from multiple countries are involved. I don't know how it all works, so I'm usually too timid to try it somewhere as public as deviantart. Thoughts? (Would anyone read and comment on a long work?)

Finally, I feel the need to admit that I am thoroughly addicted to True Blood. I thirst for Sunday nights. I maintain that the opening credits are brilliant. (Yes I know it's basically a show based on a series of romance novels and has truly gratuitous amounts of sex. I can't help it. It's set in Louisiana. And it has vampires. I was doomed from the outset.) Repudiate me if you will. I am (somewhat) unrepentant.