Friday, June 26, 2009

And So It Goes



Besides reading today, I've written not one, but two new drafts. The past week or so has been a little shaky...more questions than answers...not a lot of writing...one whole evening of horrible reality TV...beginning to feel like a true, huge crisis of faith in my being as a poet. My poor husband had to witness the meltdown.

I had dreamed of a summer of nothing but writing. I had created an impossible scenario. I had forgotten that I also had a life that required living in the meantime. I had not given myself enough time to recharge; I had not given myself enough slack in the line and it snapped.

I go in lurches and fits. So be it.

1 comment:

Quintilian B. Nasty said...

One of my favorite statements about the creative process of writing comes from William Stafford. When he was asked what happened when his verse wasn't flowing for whatever reason (he was a write-every-day practitioner), he said he simply "lowered his standards."

Such a move helps one's sanity. Just don't lower those standards too often I guess.