In the interest of full disclosure, most of the poems I've written are absolute garbage. They haven't been edited, haven't even been looked at really since I scribbled them into my notebook. Do I plan to post them here anyway? You betcha. I might even throw in a link to the imgur album I plan to make of my daily portrait challenges. We won't discuss how they show even less skill than the poetry. The important thing is that I'm developing the habit of writing and drawing daily, right? The skill level of the exercises doesn't matter. At least, that's what I keep telling myself every day so I don't feel discouraged.
April has also brought warmer weather (finally) which means all plant life is attempting to kill me with its poisonous pollen spores. I made the mistake of spending the entire day outside last Saturday, and I've been paying for it ever since. A throat filled with scratchy fire, itchy eyes, a head that feels like it will explode at any minute from the sinus pressure contained within...all make for a joyous time. I finally got some mostly uninterrupted sleep last night which was awesome, but it's still a feat to breathe out of both nostrils simultaneously today.
I think next year I'm just going to shut myself away for the months of April and May, create a nice, pollen-free zone for myself. Unless Nature learns to keep her gifts to herself.
