Back to writing. Sorta

Reading Hugo has helped immensely. I’m picking away at an old poem, so even though it’s technically not writing, I don’t care. It counts as writing.

Matt and I have changed our schedule so that we’re doing one poem a week, due on Sundays. I’ve had little luck focusing tonight. And despite the fact that my lazy ass missed last Sunday’s deadline, I’m enjoying myself more now than when I was trying to crank out three poems a week.

Less pressure, sure. But there was also this weird expectation that I started to build into it, partly through this blog. I’d post the poem here frequently, and in my mind the poem needed to be “done,” or close to that.

Right now, this pace is closer to what I as doing in grad school. Alright, I take that back – it’s a bit lazier. But I’m taking my time with poems again, not simply trying to generate, to produce.

I’m working slower, but I’m markedly happier. Go figure.