This was supposed to go out yesterday, but I hadn’t quite finished it for reasons you’ll read about…
This is one of those weeks when I realize I’m probably in too many organizations.
Last Saturday, my choral group, the Berkeley Broadway Singers (BBS) performed for a retirement home in Oakland. And I wrote a poem because I took up the NaPoWriMo challenge of writing a poem every day in the month of April.
Last Sunday, as president of the Berkeley branch of CWC (California Writers Club), I ran the afternoon meeting, then performed again with BBS that evening at New Bridge, a rehabilitation center, and wrote a poem.
Tuesday was World Book Night (WBN), so I was out giving away copies of Looking for Alaska, trying to spread the love of reading. And I wrote a poem.
Wednesday night was dress rehearsal for BBS’s upcoming concerts. And I wrote a poem.
Thursday morning I was a writer coach for WCC (Writer Coach Connection). And I wrote a poem.
Friday, as my club’s newsletter editor, I laid out Write Angles until around midnight. And I wrote a poem.
This morning I went to the earlier Weight Watcher meeting so I could take part in the neighborhood’s annual emergency drill that starts in five minutes. This afternoon is my monthly writers’ critique group that meets at the Oakland Museum café. And tonight is the first of BBS’s two major concerts of the year at the Universalist Unitarian Church of Berkeley in Kensington. (I know, it makes no sense—it’s the church of Berkeley, but it’s not actually in Berkeley. More on that later.) And when I come back from the drill, I’ll write a poem.
Tomorrow is the afternoon BBS concert, which will finish out the season. So in the morning, after walking the dogs, I’ll write a poem.
So many letters, but who has time to write?
I love to sing the harmony—so I’m in BBS
I love to read, so I do WBN
I love to teach, so I’m a coach for WCC
And Weight Watchers will get me thin again
Because I love to write, I’m involved in many groups
Once a month I meet to swap critiques and share
Every third Sunday I lead meetings for the club
And I go to kid lit workshops here and there
I lay out Write Angles and write at least one piece
I plan and lead the meetings for the board
I read contest entries for the 5th grade story prize
And calm the troops when I sense some discord
For us to be a part of Litquake, it is up to me
To write our club’s proposal for a spot
Thank goodness I’m no longer taking charge of all the meals
At Squibby’s* conference, where I work a lot
You know, it just occurred to me as I recounted now
That I joined these groups because I love to write
But after all the meetings, workshops, and committee work
I’m tired and just want to say goodnight
When is there the time to revise my chapter book?
When will I compose a poem or song?
When do I submit my novel and keep up my blog?
Something tells me I’ve got something wrong…
*Squibby is the affectionate nickname for SCBWI, the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, a name I couldn’t possibly fit into a poem, let alone rhyme!