start writing again

So I had an idea for a poem as i was walking out to my car after work this afternoon. Actually, it was better than idea, i had a couple of lines, but i was late to pick up my son so i didn’t write them down. i tried to recreate them once i got home and it sounded like highschool drivel. But hey, it was a grain of sand on the beach. a faintly shiny piece of really old beat down glass and i can start with that.

I read through all of my poetry this morning. So weird. I find things and think, ‘ya know, i ain’t half bad.’ Then I read the next line and think, ‘heavens, did someone steal the pen from me?‘

Isn’t organization the key to accomplishing anything?

I pulled all my poetry. . .every lick that I could find. . .and placed on the dining room table. It seems like a perfect place until I can afford to buy a desk and put it in my bedroom. I spread it all out and looked through all the scribbles and typed pages. Wow. I think I wrote a lot. I should be able to finish Women who run with the wolves tonight and then move on to the Artist’s Way. Then i will begin morning pages and that will be writing again. Since I can’t work out, I definitely have the time. heh.