I’m having trouble writing today. Hi, world. It’s been a while since I’ve been at the blogging thing, in major part because I’ve been working on my MFA and feverishly writing as much poetry as possible. Also because life has gotten busy, because I write for work, etc, etc.
But today, as in most days, I woke up early, made coffee, and sat down to read poems before working on my own, and after a while I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t think words on the page. I found myself scrolling through newsfeeds, again and again shocked/horrified/saddened by what’s going on in my state, and in the world at large.
Here’s a run-down:
- Earlier this week, bombings in Brussels, Belgium killed many.
- #Drumpf was carted out across major news syndicates, spouting his bigotry, xenophobic sweeping statements, and general inarticulateness.
- And, yesterday, the state I live in (NC) passed a bill through its Congress that would allow people/businesses/organizations to discriminate against members of the LGBTQIA community, and repeal a more local ordinance protecting the rights of trans people to use the bathroom that best suits their needs.
I’m so fed up with all this. Each day, the world seems like a scarier place. Each day, America seems like a scarier place, like the fucking Twilight Zone, and I want to be all zen and love and light and shit about it, but instead I keep getting riled up. And I keep not being able to write what I want – that is to say, new poems – which is unimportant in the grand scheme of things but desperately important to me.
I think about writing politicos pieces, and at times I have, but they fall so short. I feel much about these events; I have no distance.
It’s a bit of a rant today but, at the moment, that’s all I have.
I’ve a new site coming soon – new name, more content, etc. etc. Stay tuned!
It’s been a while! Suffice it say that the MFA is going well; life is, well, life (with all its ups and downs); and I am getting very good at knitting.
After months of waiting, I’m super thrilled to say that my poem “Burning Pine” is up at Deep South Magazine, which you can read in the link if you’re so inclined.
In other poetic good news, “Eight-Ball” was selected for inclusion in plain china, which is an annual anthology compiled of selections from undergraduate literary journals across the country (big deal). Some of my Colonnades colleagues/writer-friends were also chosen, so we’re a happy bunch with that.
Went to a fantastic multi-genre workshop this past fall on turning emotional landmines into literature, which generated a ton of new material for me. And I’m learning about teaching creative writing, as I’ll be an instructor in a few short months.
AWP is coming up in Minneapolis this April. So excited for that!
And that’s the news on the creative front.
Please excuse me (which I say as much for my subconscious as for you, whomever or whoever hasn’t stopped reading).
This seems to be the summer of I keep not writing, which is both okay and not okay. What am I thinking? I need to write more! But then the whole MFA thing, writing all the time thing, starts in just a few weeks…and so it is inside my head. Continue reading
Realizing I seriously have been MIA for over a month…
May was crazy. I graduated from college, injured myself, took tons of pictures, had about a million and a half ups and downs…and am currently living at home for the summer before moving into my own apartment and starting grad school in the fall. I need to write more. I need to read more. And I need to work more. Here’s to quite a busy summer, and I’ll work on actually being on here a bit more regularly. =)
So, this is cool. The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for my blog! I kind of like seeing it. Also, I’ve utterly failed at writing more. All of my apologies, y’all.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,000 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 50 trips to carry that many people.
Click here to see the complete report.