Another trip to the confessional…
~ My creative non-fiction (CNF) class is over and I have no plans for any more classes until January 2009 when this group (hopefully 7 of our 9 stick with it) reunites, as we’ve all promised each other. I’d love to take another poetry class (David Biespiel is teaching both summer and fall) but I am not up for it financially or temporally (I’m time-challenged). Plus, if I take another class right now my husband will probably throw a (tender-hearted) fit (he misses having me around).
~ I’ll miss Community Arts at Menucha this year (I had a fabulous time last year and swore I’d go again. Martha Gies is teaching short story and I am both intrigued by it and frightened. I don’t do short story. Of course, three years ago I didn’t write at all. Some day I will try my hand at short story. It can only help my poetry and CNF, right?
~ But the point is right now I need to sit with myself and pen & paper and write. And think. And listen. And read. And revise. (Thanks, again January, for a fabulous article on revision!)
~ At least the CNF writing class has agreed with ourselves to meet once a month. Nice, eh? On the 2nd Thursday of every month. We’ll rotate three to bring work to critique. I am group B, and will send out “something” to everyone the 1st week of August.
~ Last Sunday (which turned out to be a blessedly beautiful day in Portland) I joined back up with a poetry critique group I hadn’t met with for 3-4 months. It was hard to pull myself out of the garden (weeds, weeds, weeds, two intertwined kiwi vines that needed to be pruned back – it goes nuts this time of year, and planting tomatoes and herbs I bought 3 weeks ago!) But it was a lovely couple of hours. I learn so much reading other people’s work and having people give me their impressions of mine. This is a much younger group than any other I am involved with. And that adds a freshness and perspective I enjoy. I also hope to stave off the grumpiness that comes from hanging out with only my own age group.
~ I appreciate that I mix with a wide age group (I have friends ranging from mid-20s to mid 70s). Now to mix up class and race. It’s all pretty upper-middle class white. And being ensconced in my-little-group has its limits.
~ It is a little annoying to see those beautiful fresh faces with dewy clear complexions. I swear. They do have dewy skin. And cute clothes tightly grazing small rounded stomachs. I always feel so large. Not just overweight, but big.
~ Although I went to my gyno for a check-up (all is well, thank you) and am 1 ¾” shorter than I was at those girls – women’s – ages. Get your calcium, ladies. And do weight-bearing exercise. I’m not in great shape at the moment, but I mostly have been in the last 30 years. What would have happened had I not had plenty of milk and exercise?
~ I am putting off writing a love letter to my mother. It’s complicated. She has congestive heart failure. And I keep putting it off. Crap. I want to write a series of vignettes rather than a love letter. I need to do this. There are no guarantees.
Hope my fellow confessors had/ have a good week. Whirling Dervish: why do you have an axe (hatchet?) in your car?