It's been one week of schizophrenic weather, a new baseball season, and several late night tread mill sessions since my last confessions.
It's April first and I committed to the Poem-A-Day Challenge for poetry month. Who's the April Fool now?
I confess that it has hit me the past two days that I have a lot going on presently with poetry and then along comes my beloved Giants and the start of the new season - all this is pulling at my evening time and causing some anxiety. Family time, poetry time, baseball, exercise, what's a guy to do?
Perhaps this is accounting for my headaches of late... the anxiety I mean. I'm always looking it seems for things to link together. If this is happening it's in response to that. You get the picture. I have to confess that I'm not always exactly scientific about the process. I'm sure there is a name for people like this... crazy wasn't what I was thinking of but I guess we can use it temperately as one of those place holder words we writers use in drafts.
The Poem-A-Day Challenge usually makes me anxious when I've done it on the past. Sometimes I say I'm not committing to it and end up trying to write a poem each day like I'm sneaking up on the Challenge and taking it on in some kind of sneak attack. It's crazy, I know. An there is that word again.
I confess my bug-a-boo with the 30 Poems in 30 Days thing is I'm not crazy about writing from forced prompts. I don't mind using prompts to kick-start ideas, I joust don't like to feel on day 7 I must writ about this prompt. I suppose it's a rebellious streak I have. In addition, I know that few people write "real" poems sitting down and writing in one day. What usually occurs is a draft. Most often a very rough draft. One you really don't care to attach you name to and post out in the open.
Anyway, suffice to say that I feel laden with anxiety as we kick off the month. But hey, that leaves lots of room for an improved outlook!