Draft of the Week, #9.

My first draft of November, and the month’s three-quarters gone — oy.  I’m accustomed to shoe-horning in a fair amount of me-time rather late at night, after everyone has gone to bed, but lately it’s just not happening.

But after days of a line here, a deleted stanza there, I think this morning’s work has done it.  I always struggle with tone, and a tendency to wrap things up too soon — which is only partly a result of my fractured writing schedule.  Anyway, the draft below will stay up a couple days.