Friday, March 8, 2019

Good Morning


Finally woke up at a decent hour and made a cup of coffee sufficient enough to read in bed and write a poem or two. I don’t really know how it happens and would probably make a terrible instructor for writing workshops. There is no formula or plan. Just write. The outlines aren’t even “proper” outlines; it’s just a ton of notes that become a first draft and then a second. The first draft is always hand written. I prefer that method because something about writing by hand makes you retain more memory, that I’ve heard of. But maybe there’s something about it that helps you think; kind of like your imagination holding your hand and guiding you through. What it is your actually walking through varies person to person. Sometimes the process can't be taught, only learned, 
This is being typed with confidence but later on I’ll probably read this and think, “This is just my mouth running a mile a minute because of coffee.” Either way the words are out there and it doesn't diminish how true they are. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Well, This Went Great

So much for the whole Post-on-Friday thing. Don't let that sentence mislead you, I'm not beating myself up over it. Spent Thursday vomiting and everything spiraled from there. Luckily, I was able to return to work today. Currently, I'm at the edge of my seat; not in anticipation, the cat plopped his fat ass in my office chair and is refusing to budge. Just looking up with those sleepy yellow eyes as if to say, "What? I was here first."
Good old Fred.
Get a secret project together and for those of you wondering yes it does have to do with writing. This is the first of many amazing things to come. I've finally reached a point where I'm tired of saying "when" without actual progress being made. That's it for now, just letting you all know I haven't slipped on this commitment already.