My truly beloved typewriter, my AusRoyal 7400, is in need of repairs since its return from SOAK.
So this is the perfect time to start playing bingo, right?
Category: Mental Health
It all goes much slower than one would like. But the time still goes and with it comes an update on my first ever poetry collection, Lyrics for a Song I Don’t Know & an announcement!
I intended to release a poem a day (every weekday) & I already fucked it up.
But that’s okay, because we’re gonna dust off the shoulders & get back on it anyways.
Read about changes to the blog, the Patreon & the way we’re doing things.
I am exhausted. Exhausted from driving, from burning, from finishing up my manuscript.
And yet I’ve never felt so alive.
I feel like I have just been sucked out of a vacuum. In truth, I think the muse had just gone. It needed a small break before it could engage for a full weekend at Tygh Valley for SOAK.
Trying out a new thing where I still write my thoughts out on my typewriter, but also write them out below for legibility’s sake. Am I overthinking it? I think I already did. Now it’s time to find some joy.
I didn’t have much bandwith for a proper ramble today. So, I stepped back and wrote a poem for my age. It’s a first draft, and I already have ideas where to go with it, but for now I say we all just enjoy it as it is. A newborn poem is a rare a moment.
Absolutely nothing happens on the ninth day of April. Absolutely nothing. And that’s why it’s the perfect day to ramble about sakura trees, and resolutions and what I want to see blossom in my life by this time next year.
I’m not one to brag about reading a book. But this past weekend, I managed to do something I haven’t done in a long while: start and finish a book in less than a week.
I don’t usually write down “goals” or the like, because in the past I found that to-do lists stress me out to the point that I do not accomplish any of the items on the list. Last weekend, though, I decided to try anyways.
The Casual Ramble 