More Cleaning
Here’s the relocated bookshelf. This one holds all my poetry books, and anything writing-related (poetry anthologies, writers on writing, etc).
Here’s a slight aside. A few weeks back, Matt and I talked about starting up our poetry exercises again. But this time… we weren’t interested in the daily, short poems. We wanted something a bit lengthier, and due maybe once a week at most. Well… the first deadline came and went, and we decided to extend it another week. And when that one came about, I still hadn’t written anything (although Matt wrote a poem which I totally dug).
I’m usually good about the exercises, but lately my heart hasn’t been into it. I just don’t feel that drive to write. Which is really troubling, when I stop myself long enough to worry about it.
Tonight, as I was organizing my poetry books… it felt pretty relaxing. I had Múm playing in the background, and I was dusting off each book with some paper towels. Every once in a while, I’d stop and flip through a book and read a poem or two.
I used to have this fire, this discipline when it came to writing. I don’t know where that went. I’d like to get back into it again. Perhaps the only way is to force myself to write every day, just wake my shit up super early and have at it first thing.
Cleaning tonight, it was a nice reminder. I saw a glimpse of who I used to be, and I’d like to be that person again.
This Post Has 0 Comments