Remember, remember...

So here is Friday the fifth of November once again.
I don't remember my first Friday the fifth of November. I was three. Perhaps it was the night we had a big bonfire and our neighbours came round. Perhaps it was. That was a Good Day.
The second Friday the fifth of November I partially remember. I remember leaving for the weekend. I remember the house felt cold, and I was being scrutinised. I remember.
This Friday the fifth of November may end in Popstarz. But it will end.
Tomorrow is Saturday the sixth.
And Sunday is the seventh.
Wednesday is the tenth.
Thursday is the eleventh.

There is the Voice Within (sometimes echos of Other People) bemoaning my remembering.
The theme for today is "remember remember the fifth of November".
The eleventh of the eleventh is a rememberance milestone.

Exquisite comic timing.

If I were to sell my soul, would anyone buy it?

My mind is a quagmire of cliché and wisdom and adages regarding the grail of publication.
How swollen is my ego? Or is it that I know I am not that good?
I have managed to go through another year without striving for publication.
Am I drowning in the water I am writing on?

(no subject)

Book snippet meme
Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal, along with these instructions



"Fell."


From Selected Poems of Carol Ann Duffy. The poem on page 23 is "Shooting Stars".