For some reason, it seems that my weekend writing often takes on an opaque quality. I don't really consider it to be subordinate to my weekday writing, and I really can't quite account for the difference. I would suppose that it has something to do with the level of my relaxed state of animation during these periods. That is nothing more than a theory and I have no proof to offer. At any rate, In terms of poetry for instance, I find that the experimentation that I will resort to with no second thought can often leave those family members who are exposed to it wondering what has caused this mental infarct.
I was quite happy with my brief poetic discourse that pitted the desire of two dogs against the protests of an inanimate treat in my poem Two Dogs. It seemed so logical this morning with Barry and Klaus craving treats on the deck.
Alas, a poet has to be satisfied even if no one else is.
posted by Michael A. Wells 10:15 PM
Friday, August 08, 2003
Friday - Whew!
It's Friday and I'm glad.
I've gotten some writing done this week, but mostly in the area of poetry. Tonight I plan to work on the Candlestick Project.
Wednesday I did an interview and toured a winery in hopes of doing an article on Missouri wine emergence.
Last night I watched a movie Drumline which was enjoyable.
Forward Motion is undergoing changes and has had server problems so the community is all out-of-whack. It is hard to know what to think of it all. Holly Leslie is stepping back from it, and I can certainly understand her point. Priorities are important and they do change over time. She's given a lot to the community... more than anyone could or should ever expect of her. The weeks ahead will be difficult for a lot of the members. I have to say that I am not as enmeshed in the community as many and I've tried recently to develop other support outlets. We will see how these work for me.
I didn't blog any this weekend, though I did get some writing done. I wanted to take this opportunity to update progress. I feel like in many ways July was maybe not all I wanted it to be, but I feel I turned a corner in several respects. This year still holds tremendous opportunity for growth in my writing, for production, and for success. I realize that and know that even with barely 5 months of the year left... this is STILL very much my breakout year!
I added one of my newer poems to my writing sight today. I Wanted is about a fifty year old man's lifelong desires. Dreams... some that have not been realized but some for which there is still hope.
Barry (pup) went up and down one of the front steps for the first time this weekend. It was fun to watch. These are big steps... so he really had to grunt and strain to get himself up. Down wasn't too bad... he needed a little coaxing, as he was rather tentative in his approach.
