I’m throwing in the towel.

My work life has consumed pretty much everything else recently. I have not taken a lunch in days, which means that my during-the-day writing time is non-existent. And in the evenings, if I’m not housekeeping or running to teeball, I just really want to go to bed.

I’m kind of pissed – I was three poems away from finishing. But I just can’t see a way around this.

There’s always next year.