So. I wrote a poem on my lunch hour. I didn't totally neglect my book, but what I wrote was more of an outline of the rest of the chapter than actual story. And then I gave it up and wrote the poem, because I was feeling particularly inspired, and I refuse to feel guilty about it because it's been years since I've felt inspired to write any kind of poetry and it felt good to exercise those muscles again. And no, you can't see it, because it's private, dammit. Plus it's still rough and needs some tweaking.