Friday, February 16, 2007
Note the time of this post (12:49 a.m.) as I struggle to complete my revision of First Daughter: White House Rules (sequel to book one in a YA series from Dutton, First Daughter: Extreme American Makeover, which, thank heavens, is done and off to the presses.) When I'm under the dark cloud of pressure like this, I turn to Jane Kenyon's wise, graceful words for solace, and my favorite perspective-inducing poem is Otherwise. Enjoy, and join me in giving thanks for two strong legs, sweet milk, the work we love, silver candlesticks, and a bed in a room with paintings on the walls. For Ms. Kenyon, it is otherwise now, but I'm convinced she's still writing poems there.