It’s been a long while since I stepped into the booth.
The end of a crazy April is a good time to confess to a few things:
~~ I offended a relative about 18 months ago with something I wrote for a now-defunct 365-day project (I had no idea they read anything I wrote). As a result, I got self-conscious. I’ve stifled some parts of my blogging voice. It’s smart to remember Stoney Moss is a public area, even if few readers come around. That said, why bother blogging if not to say something? I’m still confused by the whole thing.
~~ I miss my blogging mate, Whirling Dervish. Part of this blog seems like a museum now. Or part of my house closed off for some reason. I stop “seeing” the space, and yet it is strange and full of echoes, too. Sometimes I want to “remodel” but am not sure I am ready to.
~~ My NaPo poetry has sucked more this April than usual. Ok. It sucked more than last April, and might be “better” than the year before. The daily micropoems help, although they are not all that “good.”
~~ I joined a Goodreads poetry discussion group and am behind on my notes about the books I have read. It reminds me oF my only “F” in grade school — I read more books than anyone in my class, but because I forgot to write them down I didn’t get credit. Now, I am not aiming to win any prizes for this group — but I get a little tired of not following through.
~~ I’m excited about the Big Tent Poetry project. But I am still sad about Read Write Poem. I just am. It is hard to walk away from something that had consumed so much of my energy since 2007 (the end of). But I am thrilled about Big Tent Poetry, because it will be way more fun, and take a little less time — allowing me to work on my own stuff more.
~~ I got an invitation to read poetry that has me tingly in excitement and apprehension. I am thrilled beyond words. And nervous, too.
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Deb, best of luck with your new online endeavors. Please let us know when you’re reading. I would love to see/hear you.
Thanks, Tracy! I’ll let you and the other Welkins know. Thanks so much for the note. :-)
I would say, if you can’t write what you need to write here, set up a place as gated as you need it to be so that you can write. You can always cross-post the less problematic things here. But the first thing I need, as a writer, is perfect freedom to talk about whatever is uppermost in my mind.
(This is selfishly motivated, of course: I know in my bones that what you’re most hesitant about writing is what I will most want to read.)
I’m so glad you read me. What a straightforwardly smart idea. :-) xxoo!!
it’s a great suggestion. i wish i’d thought of it. i hate that you feel censored, as well. someone else i know is feeling this way, too, and i miss her words like i miss yours.
I’ve written myself into a corner before, too, and had to apologize. I also have about a dozen password protected blogs just for myself for developing story ideas, morning writing, and one just for primal screaming.
Have had lots of family situations going on (mainly my younger brother’s illness) and dropped out of microessays and RWP and other stuff, but am gradually coming back. Have missed your writing and look forward to catching up.
Hey! Glad you are back. I’ve been meaning to catch up on you, too. I see more activity on your feed & you are “on my list,” so to speak.
Silly as it seems, I’ve never thought of a private blog. But somehow it seems more productive than simply writing on my computer.
And as to apologizing. I think you are a true Southern lady, whereas I can be kind of a hard ass, when it comes to some stuff. We’ll see. :-)
Hey, congrats on the invite to read. That’s great. There are things I’d like to write too but hesitate to do so because of the openness of blogging. Those things go to the journal for now. Still, sometimes it’s frustrating.