Introverts in the Wild

I can name your species and spot you anywhere. It’s because I do all the same things you do. My wife and I went to a poetry workshop this weekend where the room was laid out with round tables. Ugh. Hate round tables. When I walked in, several people, chatting away, were seated at one table with a few empty chairs left. At the table next to it was one lone young woman, head down, with pencil, paper, and iPad, furiously working away on her conference schedule. Yes, of course, we sat at the introvert table.

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Happy National Poetry Month!

I know I’m a little slow this year in wishing everyone a happy National Poetry Month, but better slow than never. At the end of the month, I’ll be going to a pretty well-attended poetry festival. There’s gotta be a lot of introverts who go to such things. I know there are poets out there who are extroverts, but when I usually think of poets, I think of the introvert variety.

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