I can hardly believe my life sometimes.
Category: Mental Health
I had an idea for a poem last night, one that pushed me into the mood to write.
But that push was too sudden, its force more like a shove & I was anxious soon enough; anxious that I couldn’t pull it off right.
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?
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.
The Casual Ramble 