This week has been especially stressful and that has to a great extent impaired my writing. For the most part, I attribute this impact more to my energy level than anything else. Stress can be quite an energy drain.
I’ve had creative bursts of ideas, just not the energy to adequately deal with them. Nor have I the energy to keep up with my reading, the energy to write those few extra lines or a few extra minutes to get every out of my head and onto the page. I’m well aware of the dangers fleeting thoughts pose. The ones you never recover. That is usually one of the first casualties of this kind of energy drain.
I promise myself to do better tonight.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
What the poem wants...
Earlier this morning, I roughed out onto paper a couple stanzas of something trying to become a poem. At lunch time I revisited it and decided I think I can build upon it and take the poem somewhere when it wants to be. Right now there are more pieces of it in my mind that it wishes to connect with on a page. Later, I hope to bring them together and see where it is they wish to go together.
kcur: : Poet Phil Miller Delves into Relationships in New Collection (2009-11-04)
Listening to KCUR on the morning drive... This interesting piece on a locallly connected poet, Phil Miller.
kcur: : Poet Phil Miller Delves into Relationships in New Collection (2009-11-04)
kcur: : Poet Phil Miller Delves into Relationships in New Collection (2009-11-04)
In the tumbleweeds of my mind
I'm way behind the curve in the horizon. Had internet problems over the weekend and they extended into the week and I was just too tired to mess with anything last night. Slowly I will get back up to speed.
In the meantime - Mary Biddinger got my attention and brought a smile to my face with this... How to kill a poem (before it even starts). Really liked: "Turn on several fans so that tumbleweeds of pet hair cartwheel across the floor." How did she even know?
In the meantime - Mary Biddinger got my attention and brought a smile to my face with this... How to kill a poem (before it even starts). Really liked: "Turn on several fans so that tumbleweeds of pet hair cartwheel across the floor." How did she even know?
Sunday, November 01, 2009
My Internal Clock is BoNkERs!
This morning I’m really messed up. I already am messed up this time of year but the clock change last night simply has jerked me around more. As a result I’m this swirl wind rolling about and not sure where I’ll be when I land or more importantly what time it will be.
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
Full day & Play Ball!
Settling to watch the World Series game tonight. Looking for a good game tonight with the series tied 1 game apiece and the series moves to Philadelphia. Pulling for the Phillies!
Today was busy. Brought some work home from the office for the weekend. Did some of it today and saved some for tomorrow.
Send of poetry submissions. Printed out hard copies of some of my work to sift through looking for manuscript material that I already have to assess what I still need to work on. Lots of stuff I intentionally didn’t print out. I messed around on some rewrites as well.
Made the dogs happy – taking them for a walk.
Chatted with one of my daughters for a good half-hour today. She’s away at school and I’m missing her, so it was a real treat.
Made dinner tonight for my wife who spent day at the office.
If the game isn’t too late ending, I’ll probably read a bit before turning in. Not counting on a quick game though.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Happy Birthday Sylvia
Sigh…. I’m often tuned in enough to think this time of year that the 27th is Sylvia Plath’s birthday but I almost missed it this year. She remains a strong influence in my poetry tastes so I am often thinking about her on the anniversary of both her birth and death. Kudos to IVY for keeping the memory alive!
If you are headed soon to a Halloween party and want a costume idea with a literary theme go here. What a fun bonus for those in Emily Dickinson costumes…. Hand out plastic flies while reciting the immortal line: "I heard a Fly buzz—when I died..."
Yesterday, Poet Kelli Russell Agodon opened up and shared a lot of information about the making of her latest book that will be out next fall. Her blog post, The History of a Manuscript, details the path to publication of her manuscript titled Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room. If you are thinking in terms of working towards publication of a manuscript, read this post. This recommendation is not meant to discourage anyone, but introduce a bit of reality to the process. As I’ve said here before, Kelli’s first book, Small Knots is among my favorite poetry books. Her work inspires me and her talents establish her as a poet whose advise I take seriously.
If you are headed soon to a Halloween party and want a costume idea with a literary theme go here. What a fun bonus for those in Emily Dickinson costumes…. Hand out plastic flies while reciting the immortal line: "I heard a Fly buzz—when I died..."
Yesterday, Poet Kelli Russell Agodon opened up and shared a lot of information about the making of her latest book that will be out next fall. Her blog post, The History of a Manuscript, details the path to publication of her manuscript titled Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room. If you are thinking in terms of working towards publication of a manuscript, read this post. This recommendation is not meant to discourage anyone, but introduce a bit of reality to the process. As I’ve said here before, Kelli’s first book, Small Knots is among my favorite poetry books. Her work inspires me and her talents establish her as a poet whose advise I take seriously.
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