My most productive thinking usually begins somewhere after 9 p.m., and tonight I had a thought, closer to 1 a.m. of sharing my poetry on the blog – a series of sorts. A project. An incentive to write things that don't involve reporting on what's happening at school.
This week began my tenure as the editor of a newspaper I've contributed to for three years of my life and let me tell you what it feels like. Put excitement, a dash of dread, a heavy dose of no sleep, an inbox busting at the seems, a couple thousand words from my brain, a bag of single origin coffee beans, computer-screen-strained eyes, and four thousand unread newspapers in a blender, pour it into your favorite mug and drink it with a straw.