advices

I'm in a bit of writing rut.

If you have known me in the last month or so, you'd say I'm crazy. I've been spending incredible amounts of time lost in my poems with a new manuscript in the works (perhaps!) and even the times when I'm not writing, I am thinking of it... but I guess that's just it—lost.

During my time at both Pitt Greensburg and Chatham, I was faced with a lot of ideas about writing. Each professor had her (mostly her) own MO when it came to writing—everything from muses and inspiration to navigation within the poem via line breaks and internal rhyming... well, you get the idea. Strange, but sometimes their words stick in me even when I'm not reaching for guidance. I've got a little committee happening. The worst part is that much is conflicting and, at some level, I need to find my own methodology, you know?

Professor V said: "There is no such thing as Writer's Block."
J still makes good at setting aside a time, like a schedule, for writing.
Dr. M. told me it was okay to keep writing about the same thing, that sometimes you had to just write it out of you. Also: when you're feeling it, like you need to write and you're on a roll, the rest of the world comes second.
B always told me to "write the fucking poem."

Just a brief snippet of what's on my mind. These are all in encouraging in their own way, but never before have I felt so stifled by my subject.

No matter. I'm sure it will pass. Going to re-focus my energies in acrylic.

Getting a porch show tonight, like last. This night, though, it isn't lightening, but UFO's, which we have (for solace?) dubbed as paper lanterns. They seems to be on fire—something like a dying firework, but they float strangely then disappear. It's a somber lullaby out here tonight, sung by the incessant, high-pitched snarls of neighborhood cats hunting each other.

I want another three-day weekend. Rightthissecond. I'm turning liquid again...
mpt

Saturday AM Review

I spend my weekend mornings, typically, downing coffee and writing things. More often than not, I'm wishing I were still asleep—unless it's super sunny. Then I want to eat the world.

Today isn't very remarkable in the weather sort of way. It's warm enough to be in boxers and a hoodie. Quite the dynamic. But I do feel like eating the world. Does anyone else ever feel that way? Maybe it was the stressful week—the onslaught of meticulous label-editing (for print!), the half-celebratory/half-disappointing end to the semester, the weight of unproductive socializing...

I'm the type of person that needs to do things to feel accomplished. I have too many hobbies and projects. This last year has been huge for me, though, and I'm thinking I need this carelessness right now. Is that ok? SOMEONE TELL ME IT IS OK. Haha. Still, I've been having fun with my friends... just gabbing and being animated and probably smoking too many damn cigarettes.

But summer is almost here. I have big plans for it in terms of my writing and art. My latest project, well two, are sort of absorbing my brain at the moment. My boss has commissioned me to paint abstracts in frames for her house. I have about 8-10 of her empty frames in my livingroom waiting to be filled. I love my boss. She's way cool. Only a few years older than me, but classy with an admirable sense of style. So yeah... I'm terribly nervous. I need to start painting, though, instead of worrying. She believes in me... that should be enough fuel, right?

My other project is poetry, of course (and avoiding the horrendous, but 11-chapter novel I have written). I haven't heard back from Finishing Line Press on my last manuscript endeavor, so I'll chalk it up as a loss. What's with that? You pay 15 bucks and they can't even mail/e-mail a rejection? Pfft. Then again, who knows with these crazy spam filters. (;

So what do you do on Saturday/weekend mornings? Do you jump from your bed and run out of the door? Do you clean? Do you go to church? What!?

And has anyone read anything good lately? I need some words.
mpt