Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Shall we head to the confessional?
It's been two weeks and one 30 year anniversary since my last confession.
I confess it has not been quite 30 years... but it will be on the 25th of this month. None the less, yesterday I was given a pen commemorating my 30 years of service at work. While I admit I consider thirty years working one place a pretty significant chunk of time, it didn't hit me until it was pointed out that few present would ever achieve such distinction. Given my job is basically crisis driven, I confess that it does give me pause to consider how I have made it this long and kept my sanity about myself. I also wonder if I have actually lost my sanity some time back and have just been oblivious for a number of years. I've had the good fortune to work with a number of really good people over the years. I confess that it has made to longevity on the job much easier. I'm thankful for each of them.
The month of August is half over and I am not particularly happy with the number of hours I have written this month. I confess that I know it's not always about how much as it is about how good and I do feel that I have put together several really strong drafts. That said, I hope next week to be back in the confessional box acknowledging that I have met or exceeded my number of hours writing for the week.
I got totally excited recently. When good things happen to other poets I'm one that is inclined to celebrate their success, so when I saw that Beth Ann Fennelly was named Poet Laureate for Mississippi I wanted to do cartwheels. Beth Ann is among my favorite poets. She has been doing some fiction recently and I hope this will set her on a course of a new poem or two from time to time.
Color me perturbed tonight. I picked up a bottle of Gold Peak tea at the store and while I intended to get the diet tea, I took a big swig as I got ready to write this and realized I had inadvertently picked up unsweetened. Yuck! Alas, I've added Splenda to it
I confess that I am hopeful that I will have some good news to report in the next couple of weeks. That's all I'm saying on the subject.
And last but not least... I confess that I redid my web site and have a new domain name The new site is at michaelwells.ink and the other domain michaelawells.com has been redirected so that it will load to the new domain.
I confess that's all I got the week!
Tuesday, August 02, 2016
It's been 8 weeks since my last confession. Really? Yes, sadly it has been that long.
Since we last met at the confessional, we've celebrated America's birthday, we've nominated the first women from a major political party to be President of the United States. I've written a few new poem drafts, created a new web site at michaelwells.ink and collected a few more rejection letters.
Let me begin my confession:
Reader, I don't know where this year is going but it is going there fast. Too fast! August? Really? How the hell did this happen? I look at my calendar hopeful I can find the damn hole that the days are falling through. I don't see one. (BIG SIGH!)
There is my precious granddaughter Harper Jo who is not quite two years old now, but she is shedding that infant look in favor of a more sophisticated young child look. Her vocabulary and mannerisms are quickly becoming more advanced and I fear one day soon she will be advance beyond my wisdom. She is funny, active, and smart. I miss the younger version but I like the new one too. What I must confess is that I fear that this too will pass way to fast and the next phase will be different. Not necessarily bad, just different and I will miss the cuteness that presently becomes her.
Last Friday was the quarterly Neon Gallery event sponsored by the Writers Place. Great reading & music. Also I confess I had some good advice from Maryfrances Wagner. She suggested that I check out the Meter, Beat and Feet Performance at the Fringe Festival on Sunday. So I took her up on it, and this was my Artist date for the week. (something I confess I need to do more often) The event combined poetry, music and interpretative dance and was very relaxing and the hour really went too fast.
This weekend I worked on an application to submit with writing for the Fall AWP writer 2 writer mentoring program. I wrapped up everything this evening and uploaded my submission via Submittable. This is not me my first attempt and I know there are limited resources but I confess that I do so hope that I make it this time. This would be an extraordinary opportunity. I've hear numerous mentors and mentees rave about the program. Any prayers and good karma out there are welcome.
I can't let this confession pass without saying how incredibly proud I am that the Democratic Party has as it's Presidential nominee the first woman ever. I'm excited for what this means to women and little girls everywhere in the U.S. So many other nations have had women as their chief executives, prime ministers, etc. It is well past time that we did too. This is a historic event and even as a man, I confess that I had a real sense of pride that we've reached this point but I will not be fully satisfied until we've elected the first woman. Men can be feminists too! If you have daughters, granddaughters and even for your wives, be champions for their equality. I think writing has taught me a lot about the disparities that exist in the broader communities. We all must work to see the field leveled.
Until next week or next confession, whichever comes first.....