It's been a week since my last confession.
As we get older weeks come and go. It's a fact. Well, it always has been but I do think they seem to zip by these days. So I get done with one confession and I'm back again and saying to myself, "How did this happen so quickly."
Sunday I mowed my daughters back yard. It's enormous. We jokingly call it the back 40. The mower she had was self-propelled. In theory, it would make the job easier. The pull on the thing is so strong that it is a lot of physical work just to hold back on it and control it. After finishing it, I came home and mowed our front lawn with our own power mower. It's not self-propelled. I confess that yesterday when I woke up, my back and shoulders hurt like never before. Tonight I'm still feeling the pain. Moral of the story, be weary of mechanical things that should make life easier.
My book wish list is shrinking at the fastest rate ever. AWP has had a lot to do with that. On the other have, the list of books to read that I now have is also at an all-time high. I confess there are worse problems I could have. Of course, this means I now am balancing more reading against more writing.
Last week I mentioned that I thought there was a lot of "nice" karma going on. Strangers going out of their way to be nice and share a smile. I mentioned too that drivers seem to be more courteous than normal. Well, today the good karma was hard to find on the streets. And to the man behind me that honked within the same second the light turned green, May your horn mysteriously find itself where that sun doesn't shine." See, now even I'm grouchy.
Are you writing more now by enjoying it less? I confess yes.
Am I not enjoying writing? No
It's what I'm getting on the page that I'm not liking as much. It happens. I deal with it.
I confess I got a rejection letter. I confess, It's cool! You have to get so many of those for each acceptance. I know I'm getting closer.
That's it for this week... If it rains, my advice is run for cover.
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