Confession Tuesday

It’s Tuesday. You know what that means. Share a little of yourself with us and we promise to do the same.

This Saturday I’m having a yard sale. I’m enlisting the kids’ help—all hands on deck! I was worried I wouldn’t have enough stuff to sell or be ready in time. As I started pulling things out, however, I realized that I have more than enough stuff to sell without searching every nook and cranny of my house. Whew!

I told the kids that if they let go of their old toys, we’d put the money earned toward something that the whole family could enjoy. What we don’t sell will go to charity.

Honestly, it just feels good to get rid of all this junk. Letting go of the past always does.


I would have gotten much farther on the yard sale prep but somehow I got involved in creating a patio in my backyard. Turns out laying out a new outdoor space with paving bricks a little more involved than I thought it would be. The bricks look great, but I need more. And I’ve decided to create a small garden area to accompany the new patio.

This is hard to visualize without pictures. Will post some after the project is finished (after the garage sale).


Working on the manuscript has been an up and down process. Even when I have the time to work on it, I want to write something new. I find it draining to go back into the subject matter. The current plan is to devote time to revising one poem a day, and keep up with my free writing at night. My problem? I give myself deadlines and then I don't keep them. Ugh.


My three priorities this week, in order:
  • Sleeping
  • Yard Sale
  • Revise Manuscript

The patio is not on my priority list; I''ll tackle that project next week.


dylan said…
A poetry-confession: Am trying to memorize the much-anthologized "Voyages (II)" by Hart Crane (1899-1932), a poem that has fascinated, bewildered, and enchanted me since age sixteen!

And yet this great wink of eternity
Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings,
Samite sheeted and processioned where
Her undinal vast belly moonward bends,
Laughing the wrapt inflections of our love

Take this Sea, whose diapason knells
On scrolls of silver snowy sentences,
The sceptred terror of whose sessions rends,
As her demeanors motion well or ill,
All but the pieties of lovers' hands ...

And so on!

(Other poems I should like to know by heart include Dylan Thomas's "In the Beginning," Theodore Roethke's "I knew a woman ...," and George Herbert's "The Flower.")
odessa said…
ah, you just reminded me that i need to de-clutter and sell/give away stuff too. its always hard to get started. good luck with your yard sale and manuscript revision! :)
January said…
Thanks Odessa. I think decluttering and writing are related.
January said…
Wow. Can't imagine trying to memorize Hart Crane, Dylan. Good luck!

I want to memorize a few of my favorite poems in the future, too.
well you reminded me the poem that ive memorize goodluck to your chosen career

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