Sunday, December 14, 2008

Waiting on the words

Edith is recovering well from both being spayed and having her tiny nostrils enlarged. Her surgery forced me to camp out at home this weekend. That's never a bad thing, really. I have never been too interested in astrology, but my sign (cancer) is right on for the most part. Despite my summer trips, I am a complete homebody.

Besides for the entertainment of watching Edith maneuver around the apartment in her plastic cone, I was also given great reading material to engage in during this time. Frank brought me a Christmas present:Heather Derr-Smith's new book; I am only about halfway through and I'm savoring every word. Plus, I am reading a friend of mine's new work. We both graduated last May and he already has a chapbook plus worth of work. If I sent out my new work, it would consist of a handful of poems.

I like to think the words are brewing, but I'm not so sure anymore. I think about poems all of the time. But when will they emerge? I've become somewhat of a perfectionist about first drafts. That's ridiculous. Everything else in my life is so lovely, but I'm waiting on the words to surface. It's like I need a writing therapist.

Thursday, December 4, 2008