Confession Tuesday (deb)

The creative week in review:

~I’ve written one creative non-fiction (CNF) piece…and revised it. It’s taken me 4 weeks to do so…and has not been an easy process. I’ve struggled with it. I‘m thinking it needs another “big” revision and a series of small ones.

~I’ve started my next assignment. It’s “due” in 10 days and I have a lot to do. I am putting off working on it for some reason, and I am not sure why. I think I might have pushed myself too soon into this class.

~I’ve read other people’s work in the CNF class, and have given pretty good feedback. I’ve been thinking that learning how to give good feedback is a worthy goal, both here and for my poetry groups (we haven’t met for a while) so I’m really happy about this.

~I’ve written one poem, a prose poem in the last several weeks. That’s it. I have penciled thoughts in my notebook, but nothing to fit into a poem. Yet. I think working on my aunt poem (my RWP prompt early in April) got some inner crap moving around and settling over the productive stuff like a wet blanket of last fall’s maple leaves.

~I’ve abandoned my x365 project. I’m relieved.

~I’ve gotten one rejection notice recently. There are still three, ah no, four, submissions out there gathering dust or something. I should hear the verdict in June or July. Probably June. When I submitted them it seemed an eternity. Now it’s just around the corner. One is for a local publication of women’s work (all genres). They published a classmate’s piece last year. I happen to be in a writer’s reading book group with the editors. I’d love to get a poem published. (Tiel from TOP did; I haven’t read it yet, I’ve missed getting my copy from the gal I know…it should still be waiting for me.) A rejection letter would be okay because they send feedback. Kind of like Del Sol (not that I have sent anything to them, I just know from a writing instructor.)

~This week I should hear about a scholarship – or not – to Tin House. I’m thinking not. We’ll see. What with the economy and my husband’s work being slow and the house needing a new roof (no exaggeration): If no scholarship, no go. I’m okay with that. At this moment, I am okay with not going. I am still pleased to have been accepted into the program.

Otherwise:

~Hubby and I are “better”…more time together, though not as much as either of us would like, has evened both our tempers. And the sweet puppy has done wonders. Lifted his spirits. And mine, too. He’s a sweet and loving boy. I still miss Sophie. I call Sport “Sophie”, but he’s been a great addition to our family.

~But he’s a puppy. And demanding. Nothing has been destroyed yet. But he’s only 14 weeks old.

~The four cats are getting used to him, in various stages of acceptance. Frida chased him last night, telling him, “Knock it off, you goof-ball!” and Boyo is actually in the same room as Sport is, at times. Louis and Joey are more accommodating, and Joey is the least annoyed with him.

~I screwed up my Flickr account and must make a new one to add photos. (I had too many Yahoo accounts and can’t keep passwords straight. Anyone else do dumb things like that?) When I get to work I’ll add a photo here of a recent one of the gorgeous puppy. You’ll see. Everyone says so. Guys dig him, so do gals. Someone at our local small farmer’s market was taking a picture of him Sunday.

~I added to this confession this morning because I noticed a misspelling. Surprise. (I spelled it suprise; I always do. I just don’t get that first R.) And once in I had to fart around. Such is revision.

Hard to beat this for the aaawwww factor, eh?

Find the confessing sisterhood (why no bros?, I wonder) at January‘s or Carolee‘s.

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