I am suffering from great fits of monkey mind today and wish I had some cohesive post to offer up to the loyal readers of the kangaroo. (See, now I've got a monkey and a kangaroo...there's a lot of hopping and screeching going on in there.)
|Forester Kangaroos, click for link|
|Red Howler Monkey, click for link|
Flitting around in my self-talk is the fact that yesterday while browsing the blogs, I read, out of the corner of my eye, so to speak, a blogger who stated that he was going to try to focus more on the poetry world and less on himself because readers were sick of bloggers talking about themselves. Uhm, yikes! That's what I do, talk about my own process, my own successes and failures. Oh no! Readers are sick of me! I should give more and take less!
What I am reminded of in times like this is the need to be gentle with myself. To accept that every one of us has a different process, different interests, and a different time line. Here I am. This is me, imperfect, but whole.
On a happy note, I'm in the midst of reading Blood Dazzler and eagerly looking forward to Patricia Smith's reading at the University of Arkansas Little Rock next week.
On another happy note, my creative writing students are stunning me with their raw literary energies. I've just read over their first two weeks of free-writes & exercise prompt responses. Holy buckets! I cannot wait to read their workshop pieces. Wahoo!