April 16, notebook.
I was going to include a picture of my writing notebook here, but I’m already in bed for the night typing this. And I’ll be honest, a lot of my poetry is now happening in digital spaces: on the notes app, on my laptop in Google Docs. I’ve become somewhat of a hybrid writer, both handwritten and digital spaces harbor poetry. I think that’s probably true for most poets, who offer up their work on whatever “device” they have handy. I do, of course, have a wonderful blue linen notebook gifted from a friend from my MFA program. I cracked it open three years ago and I am slowly filling it with each creative writing event I attend. And this coming weekend I’ll be pulling it out again for the Lit Cleveland Poetry Festival. Maybe I’ll see some of you locals there?