So, who is Pete, anyway?

I missed my writing time last night! I was still writing reports for one of my jobs at 1:30 in the morning and I just couldn't! So sad for me...and tonight looks like it will be more of the same.

This picture is a non sequitur rather than anything deep or meaningful. It's just a picture I took, and I'm posting it just because I think an occasional picture is pleasant. Though it loses something by having a wall behind it rather than an actual peacock.

At work yesterday I met a woman who was processing her book to be sold on consignment and we got to talking. She says that she has invented a new poetry form called Fukyu. It is basically angry haiku--same 5-7-5 structure, but with, oh my gosh, attitude. The ones she showed me were hysterical. I want to read more, but I will have to see if she is successful in her effort to get it on the shelves.

And because this is my blog, everything cool about other people always comes around to be about me. The lesson I learned here was: take chances and have fun, for Pete's sake. I have always loved the gentle awareness of nature in haiku, the touch of the seasons, the surprise endings. But it is a form capable of so much more. And when I have actually had enough sleep for my brain cells to function, I will actually go exploring in this broadened world.