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A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Thirty-Six

Another evening writing session.  I am finding it hard to get into a morning rhythm with things as they are right now.  It has been a bit strange getting used to my Mother's new apartment, which I expected.  It was never going to be an easy adjustment, but knowing it was going to be difficult hasn't made it that much easier.

Poem: It does not work

It does not work and cannot be made  any better.  There is nothing to help that, not any longer. I know that. This is how things are. I know it,  just as I know that isn't alright. I can't be fine with it this way. There is no solution.

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Thirty-Five

It's the first full day in New York and I am struggling with things.  I don't really feel like getting into all the details because a lot of it is just me needing to adjust to things, though there are aspects of the situation that I feel are more difficult than just accepting the changes.  I am doing my best to take care of myself, but it has been a challenge.

Poem: How were the brownies?

How were the brownies? I want to know, not just to be told they were good, that I did well, though I hope so, would be glad of that were the answer, But do not worry or feel obligated to say kind things: if they were terrible I want to be told. It was a new recipe and I did not try one, had no chance to. I want to know how they were: it is a recipe I had never tried before.

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Thirty-Four

As we have been travelling, I have taken to writing in the evening again.  It is largely just practical in terms of having the time and focus.  Now we have landed in NYC for a few days, so maybe I will be able to coax myself back into a morning routine.  I do want to switch back more permanently when I arrive home again, but on the road it can be more difficult 

Poem: It is this now

It is this now We are here, will be here, not too long but long enough it might feel too long. It is fine, I will say and want to believe.

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Thirty-Three

Melissa and I are in Richmond for the night.  The drive was pretty uneventful, though we had a bit of a mixup with our hotel reservation.   Fortunately it all worked out in the end, but there was a point when that felt rather unlikely.