Confession Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, folks! Time for your confessions. Share a bit of yourself with us and we promise to do the same.

Here we are at the Topsfield Fair. It's been a while since I'm taken a photo with the kids in the background. They're getting so big. "Time keeps on slipping into the future," as the song says.


I'm reading at the Blacksmith Poetry House on October 20, and if all goes well, copies of Misery Islands will be there! The scheduled release date is November 4, but the bookstore is having copies shipped from the printer.


I am trying not to be too hard on myself for not writing a poem. It’s been a series of fits and starts lately. The harder I try to hold onto a routine, the more disappointed I am in myself. Makes me wonder how grounded I am in the practice of writing.

That being said, I crave the oomph that comes from staying open. Sometimes writing is like turning on an old faucet—it takes a little time for the waters to run clear. And clear waters—or good writing— require patience and grit. Really, that means focusing on me more. Nothing beats that sense of achievement when I get a draft down. I know this. I know this. I know this.

Yeah, I’ve been missing that feeling. Hoping to grit it out over the next few days.


When I stay open, all is possible.


Sometimes these blog posts are my own personal pep talks.


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