As I was doing some spring cleaning, I found several old and tattered notebooks of old poetry and short prose. Although the majority of it is angst-ridden adolescent crap, there are some hidden gems that I'm looking forward to reworking and using to make shiny new writings.

I'm actually really excited about this project, especially because I don't have the time or brain-strength lately to make new works but just enough to scavenge the meat from the skeletons of ones I've already written.

So, since I still have yet to take pictures of and submit the garb I made for Pennsic and highly doubt I will until next Pennsic rolls around, I will use this project as an excuse to prove I'm not entirely lazy and unproductive.

Hand me my pen, woman!