the evening did not go as planned last weekend because I left my day job with a serious anti-social mood and talked Lindsey into skipping the poetry reading and heading straight to the Dish to brainstorm names for our group instead. A quesedilla, Jack & coke, beer and about 7 cigarettes later, we had about 25 possibilities and no firm decision. I found myself discouraged and went home.
Then this week, Lindsey came down with a flu-like illness, so she couldn’t meet with Century lady nor our professor friend to talk about workshop strategies. And I couldn’t fill in because of my job schedule, plus I’ve spent every night this week and last working on stupid freelance stuff in the evenings.
So, not only am I behind on writing/editing poetry and working on school applications, but now we’re both behind on our big poetry group project. Not as productive as I thought!
However, this is not getting me down. Yesterday, I received my complimentary copy of Main Street Rag’s Fall 2007 issue, which includes my poem “Rabbit Hunting” (submitted and accepted this time last year,) so that was a mood-booster. Also, finally getting some alone time to myself this weekend is helping me clean up my life. I’ve been pulling out fall/Halloween decorations right and left and everyone knows that holiday accessories puts a smile on this girl’s face. My last room to organize and clean this weekend is the one I’m writing from now – my bedroom/office. And once that’s out of the way, I feel like the fire can be lit under my ass to move full speed ahead on all projects. A clean and organized home makes a more productive writer/professional/world leader pretend.
