I mean... wait. I could see how that could be confusing.
What I meant to say is I've drafted ... me. As in, another collection of creative non-fiction nonsense that might just be memoir-adjacent.
The first draft is done, finito, and contains no fewer than 350 poems, much commentary, and perhaps (but don't look now) a new PR re: the footnotes. This is the real deal. (In the sense that it isn't fiction, but does have an element of negotiation with the readers. Also the muses. 🤷)
I've got YA on the docket next, only I've been distracted by the idea of "a heroic crown" or "a crown of sonnets," which consists of 15 14-line iambic pentameter-ed rhyming poems on the same subject with shared lines threaded through. (Pretty well distracted, I'd say... as in I'm halfway through distracted? Or near enough.) It is about the U.S. siege on Iran. So... not quite the YA sleepy-time fun I had imagined. But my AuDHD Threads BFF and I agreed that it is the sort of thing that the world really ought to fucking see.
We have compatible brains.
Happy March.
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