In which I learn what I already knew: Being a writer and artist means practicing. It also helps to play — and celebrate small wins along the way!
The new approach is like sensible shoes: not quite as sexy but less pain, more mileage. At least that’s the idea. And so far, so good! I’ve been keeping up with art and writing by doing at least one small thing each day, and it’s helping me reconstruct the idea of myself as a poet and artist.
I’m going to focus on positivity and pleasure. I’m aiming for encouragement, support and satisfaction. I’m interested in building on what I’ve already learned about who I am and where I can imbue my process with possibility.
2022 is unlikely to be any better as far as the state of the world is concerned, and so my task is to be more selective with what I consume. Less circling the news/social media drain, for example, and focus instead on quiet time and ritual around generating new work.
I have no regrets about what I did/didn’t accomplish in 2021. I rested more than I wrote (2021 was also full of some huge life changes), I showed up for workshops and readings that will inform and inspire me for years to come.
How does Zucker convey such emotion while deploying such sparse, well, emotion? In portraying the flatness of love (habitual) and life (deflated), how does she gut us like she does?
My no nonsense poetry goals for 2021 and a short think on the ways we decide Who We Are by where we put our energy.