After a very emotional Thanksgiving week, I am happy to move back toward normalcy. The kids and I have our routine, and being away reminded me how much I like our life together. Nothing fancy, but it works for us.
“Nothing Fancy” is the title of the first poem in Underlife, which should be available by the end of next week! Will post an update when I confirm a ship date. Feel like I’ve been pregnant for two years but only dilated about a centimeter.
Just mailed out an application to read at a very large poetry festival (you know which one). Hope I’m not too late in submitting my request. I held off on submitting because I think I got nervous about the whole thing. I tend to procrastinate on the important stuff as a way of handling fear. Oh well, the app is out so keep your fingers crossed.
Now I can turn my attention to completing my Mass Cultural Council’s Artist Fellowship application. I’m hoping the fourth time is the charm.
Isn’t it amazing how writing can open you up to putting your hopes and fears in context? That’s what the PAD Challenge did for me. It allowed me to put my fears on paper and ask myself, “What’s the worst that could happen?” For me, the worst is that I write bad poems. More specifically, that I write the same bad poem over and over again. Well, I think I wrote variations on related themes, and that’s OK. Whether they’re good or bad, that remains to be seen.
Giving myself permission to write anything, without boundaries or restrictions, is a gift in itself.
Last night, I had the kids make up stories while I typed the words. Future writers in the making—very fun. Alex made up a story about his Bakugan characters, while Ella’s story was titled “Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head.” I designed the covers while the kids drew the artwork.
I think Ella thinks of me as Mrs. Potato Head.