I'm pulled together. I had a few teary days and moderate brain malfunctioning... all sorted. I wonder if people are less emotional than me or just not as blatant about it. Am I a tortured artist? I am aren't I... I spent last night going through the work I've completed since October, there's a lot. It may not be one polished piece like I thought I was after... but four months simply isn't enough time to completely alter my style of doing things....
Yesterday it was apparently 3 degrees F outside (-16C). Considering that I have been inducted into the clan of bad-ass ice fishers since my attendance at the derby last week... I spent the afternoon once again out on the ice. We had a fire and the boys caught a fish which of course made me sad but he got thrown back right away and seemed to be in somewhat decent spirits considering someone just put a hook through his lip. Isn't it strange how...
One of my sisters cracked shit at me the other day because I hadn't heard of A View From A Bridge. Then she had the balls to say 'You call yourself a WRITER and you haven't heard of A VIEW FROM A BRIDGE?!' Standard advice that's given to Writers is to be 'well-read' whatever that means. I read books from time to time, but I prefer writing them. I'm not one of those people that throws out the name of authors to convince others of my literary...
I spent a good portion of my morning staring blankly at WordPress wondering how to do certain things with my site. For example, I thought perhaps having a page that exclusively features the 365 sonnets I'm writing would be cool. Plus I still need to update my 'about' section. I'm not getting rid of what's there (oh HELL no) ... I just want to revise to reflect the next leg of the journey. Anyways. I got nowhere with all of this and it left me in...
I woke up this morning and seriously didn't feel like writing a poem. However, I'm one of those people that tries to get anything I don't feel like doing out of the way first thing... before daily distractions start to intervene. I'm finding that sonnet writing is like exercise. If I sit around being shitty about it, I'll never do it. And a lot of the time regardless of how stoked you are about results... the process can still feel miserable....