Spaghetti Brain

I’m finally feeling creative again after a days-long crash following my exciting reading. Creative–but wildly unfocused.

My brain is trying to think of the following things simultaneously:

1. The status of my fellowship application to a writers’ community
2. What to enter in a Bay Area poetry contest coming up
3. Plans for compiling my first full-length poetry manuscript, and whether I could get it together in time to submit to a certain press by their annual deadline
4. Which memoir-style piece to tackle next for my nonfiction project
5. Two different ideas brought up recently for collaborative pieces with poets I know
6. Bits and pieces from pretty much all of my old poems, thanks to recent work of pasting them into a new format
7. Submission to a women’s magazine whose reading period just began
8. A community chapbook I have been thinking of getting together and whether I should go ahead and send out calls for submissions.

And…Hamilton lyrics, which are awesome poetry but an immense distraction when they keep popping up during any of the above.