Why is it that writing poetry makes time go into warp speed??? Kevin went to bed two hours ago and I’m like, “I’ll be there soon!” Yeah, right. But hey, when it’s flowing you gots to be going with it! I’ve been working hard on two revisions and finding that the last few tweaks are always the hardest. A good friend suggested I enter one of them in the Nemerov, and I just might do that. Why not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained!