...of work, and then I'll be officially on vacation for a week plus two days. I'm sure everyone I work with will be glad for the respite from my daily "it's almost my vacation!" babble. :)
I may or may not blog very much while I'm there. Last summer I posted something almost every day, and that felt like the right thing to do at the time. This year, we'll see how it goes. If you don't hear from me, assume I am writing my butt off and drinking beer (or whatever) with poets. Not necessarily in that order. *grin*
I'm writing a poem about this horrible story that's been on the local news for the past couple weeks. There was a traffic accident in which several people were killed; due to an identity mixup, one young blonde woman was mistaken for another young blonde woman in the same vehicle, and one set of parents buried what they thought was their daughter's body while another set of parents kept vigil over a comatose girl -- until she woke up and they figured out what had happened. For some reason the story really got to me when I first heard about it. The poem is from the point of view of the young woman who survived. I feel kind of weird about appropriating someone else's story, when they are real people with real names (which I do not use in the poem) and everyone involved would probably have a very different take on things than what I write in the poem. But, art is art, I guess. What do you think?