No, I'm not abandoning National Poetry Month so easily. I'm fickle, but not that fickle.
However, it did occur to me that perhaps the reader who is not already so much a fan of the poetic form would be turned off instead of turned on by the roiling flood of poems coming from the blogosphere these days. I've got no judgment in my heart for you wonderful people posting a poem-a-day. In fact, I love. But I'm thinking I'm going to slow my roll a bit here and address a few less important things.
For starters: Twitter.
Why on earth should I add this forum to my life? I signed up tonight after my husband teased me with something called Sorkinese. But after a minute or two of staring at it, I couldn't figure out what it was going to add to my life. Instead, I kept hearing this giant sucking noise in the background, as though all the things I already neglect every day were getting drawn further into the vortex of internetidom. And there they were urging me to get it on all my mobile devices, and I wanted to run away and hide. (Cue Monty Python allusion). I've really resisted Twitter - no interest until the last few days. And now that I'm there, I want to leave again.
Can someone explain?
Also, I'm thinking of killing my old blog (since the project of remodeling this house we bought will become our actual, we're living in it, home) and starting a semi-regular deal here to talk about projects at the house. Jenn at The Picky Girl inspired me with her Fridays at Home feature, and I'm thinking one blog is definitely better than two in the getting-things-done department.
Speaking of funny things: a colleague just sent an email that ended with Sorry forth confusion. I'm pretty sure that's an autocorrect that's going to get used in my house. As in "Sorry forth, confusion!" It just works.
And finally, because I can't get enough of asking this question, which has been rolling around in my head since I saw The Hunger Games last week:
Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter????