I wasn’t going to post anything tonight/this morning (it’s midnight here in Memphis). Actually, I started a post around dinner time, and decided against it. Wanna hear the story about the military blogger who was great at writing drafts? He was fired for abandoning his post….. I came up with that one all on my…
SOGGY ROLL / ROLE
I wish my memory were better. More specifically, I wish it were better for certain things, and maybe a little worse with others. It would be good if I could remember whether or not I brushed my teeth or already washed my hair (that’s more a result of distraction than anything else). I’m not sure…
GUSTING THROUGH THE AFTERNOON
Firetruck sirens have been wailing all day. The wind is whipping something fierce. This isn’t the start of a fictional piece, just the state of things in Memphis today. I went for a walk that I cut short because it was so windy – blow your hat off your head and lift your shirt up…
THERE ARE, OF COURSE, OTHER WAYS TO LIVE
Like many people (I think), I am a creature of habit. I like my routines, I probably need my routines. They are crutches that free up mental space for other things (or so I think). I can already feel myself making the counter-argument that they are simply a default setting, a way of not thinking,…
GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF WITH FEAR
Tonight I spent the better part of two hours looking for jobs…. in particular giving very serious consideration to one specific job. It’s a CEO position for a smaller United Way in Grand Junction, Colorado. I assume everybody does what I do when they consider a job – they try to envision their life in…
WORK, LOVE, CREATIVITY
Today felt like a productive day. I enjoyed reading and writing in the morning, researched jobs, applied to two, posted a new poem, and submitted some poems for publication. I’ll meet my goal of new poems written for the month and I should be able to meet my goal of submissions. All of that in…
META (MUCIL), PART II
Writing is a very solitary endeavor. It requires time and space and concentration. For me, it’s really easy to get lost in my own head; to become hyper-aware of the process, the metacognition that’s taking place, the rabbit hole, the infinity mirror of writing about thinking about writing about thinking ad nauseam and ad infinitum……..
PORCH EDITION (SOME THOUGHTS CONTINUED)
I suppose this is technically the balcony edition. It’s a beautiful night here in Memphis. After an afternoon run (and shower) I opted for a beer and some music on the balcony. The hair is getting a little long – not sure I’ve actually “done” it with product or anything for a while. I love…
CIRCLE BACK, PART II
A few weeks ago…. god, who can even keep track of days or weeks anymore, I wrote a post, “Circle Back.” It was about an ex-girlfriend, D, reaching out, and a woman I know, C, who had gone back to her boyfriend. I ended that post questioning why some of us (I’m certainly in this…
THE COURTYARD HAS NO CHARM
Still a little groggy (not quite done my first cup of coffee) and trying to think about what to write as well as this overall process (and benefit or not) of writing everyday. I’m not doubting the benefit, but I am wondering if writing for the sake of writing gives me a false sense of…
STANDING ROOM ONLY
Notwithstanding the crappy dream and lack of sleep, I’ve been productive and had a bounce in my step (so far) today. I finished the book of poetry I was reading (Robert Hass, Human Wishes). It was one of the better volumes I’ve read – every few pages I felt inspired to write more and by…
EXHAUSTED
It’s 2:30 in the morning. It wasn’t until about 1:40 that I was finally able to fall asleep. Legs felt like they needed to stretch and while I could feel my body was tired, I could not fall asleep. Less than an hour in and I woke from another terrible dream. There was nothing unusual…