recently, i received inquiries from the new york times (fun!) and the albany times union, for example. i turned down the nyt request and said “yes” to the tu. why’d i do that? (it’s not what it seems, of course.)
Don’t change public policy just because some people are assholes, because guess what? Assholes are everywhere; you can’t legislate stupid, as they say. Those who are going to be rowdy aren’t going to follow the rules anyway. It’s the rest of us who suffer.
up and down. the pendulum swings and it swings back. i write about divorce. i don’t write about divorce. i think where i am now is that i just don’t lead with it… unless sage asks me to.
the 30/30 challenge was tapping into an energy i’d enjoyed when i was writing most feverishly, a part of me that i thought had left the building.
something interesting: in writing today’s poem i felt a natural energy and momentum that i haven’t felt with my writing for at least 2 or 3 years. they’re all still first drafts, of course, but that feeling — it’s how a writer knows she’s alive.
as you can see, divorce crept into one of the poems, but it was a fun one, kinda campy, so i give myself a pass. (and who doesn’t enjoy watching t. rex enjoy himself at the feast?)
wow — it’s day 11 for the tupelo 30/30 poetry project? it’s all a blur! i have no idea what i’ve written so far, and i’m guessing that’s a good thing: write ‘em and let ‘em go ’til the month’s over!