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.