For Girls
The series I started during NaPoWriMo keeps going, and going, and . . . it might just make a book, though it's not the one I was
trying to write. The girls apparently have minds of their own. Wonder where they learned to be all uppity like that?
Took them with me over the weekend (along with the Olivetti) to revise some, but didn't. Will bang away at that little aquamarine machine
this weekend.
I say writing the poems in the first place is my favorite part, but I do also really enjoy typing them repeatedly--feeling them with my fingers. It really does help get them polished up.
Labels: for girls, NaPoWriMo
