The proof I ordered of my poetry book finally shipped. Now, per USPS, it’s gonna not get here until next week. Geez. Way to go universe. I suppose paying for a more speedier delivery style might have to be in the cards.

If you’re like me and most other people in the universe, waiting is a killer. It always feels like we’re hurrying up to wait. With how much is already at our fingertips, we just need a transporter to send stuff. Can someone tell Elon to get on that for me?

Meanwhile, I looked at four poems I didn’t include in the book. I thought about pouting them in, but if I ever want to publish another poetry book, gotta start somewhere right? It took me over 25 years to have all the poems in book being published, I don’t want to wait another 25. I suppose sitting down and working on poems is in my future, and maybe in a few years I’ll have enough poems to arrange into a book. Though it might be hard since I’m also working on writing a few fiction novels.

Such is the life of a writer who also has to work a 40 hour a week job. Time. Waiting. It’s all the same week after week. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Except for maybe the winning lotto numbers.