I am ashamed that I have not blogged in quite some time. I'm constantly trying to balance my life. If I'm doing great at my job, chances are that I am not writing as much as I need to be. If I'm writing a lot, my apartment is most likely a mess.
My November poem a day was going well for about two weeks and then I got really involved in my job and being a good friend and all that stuff that stifles my writer self.
I miss grad school. I miss deadlines. Does that make me a poser?
And as I sit here and whine, do you think I am going to stay home tonight and write? No, I'm heading out for some Thai and maybe a little blues.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
I have been writing about Ireland. This is something I've mostly avoided for years. It's time, I think. I feel smothered by faces and ruins and ruins of faces. I hope that of the 30 poems I write this November, at least a few can put these ghosts to rest.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
If I worked for Bulmer's, I would use the above picture as an advertisement. Everything is blurry except the can of cider that my chef friend is drinking. I snapped that shot on the 3rd of July in Doolin, Ireland.
I miss such things from my Irish summers.
This picture I snapped a few minutes ago. My friend is visiting from Ireland. She came with a suitcase full of gifts. Bulmer's is something I can't get anywhere around here. I have four glorious cans. That means that I can taste summer.
I have decided to do the PAD (poem a day) challenge for November. I can't predict what other days will hold, but as for today, I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon: A pint of Bulmer's, a poem, and two pugs.
It's not quite Ireland, but it will do for now.