A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Eight

There are a few poems that I am really wanting to crack.  I keep trying to write one that is about my difficulties with handwriting and the experiences I've had relating to that.  Honestly, I feel that it is an issue I've had more and more unpleasant experiences around, and I find it very hard to relate my issues in a way that others understand.  I have had a doctor, after explaining that it was a disability which made it difficult for me to fill out the requested paperwork, and asked for help on those grounds, the doctor basically said that the forms needed to be filled out.  Consider this if the disability were physical in nature, and you may see what I am getting at here.  When you balk at writing by hand, it is not understood that there might be an actual disability, and attempting to explain that in a poem is something I am struggling with of late.  I think I'll crack it, but I keep writing pieces that don't quite get it..

Anyhow, I do think I've been quite successful, generally, in my productivity lately, but I know I want to push myself to get more work published and that means that I want to get more work revised and ready to go.  I'm in that process, and I feel pretty glad to say that I have one poem I am pretty sure is ready already, and a few more that I think may be close.

In any event, focusing back on poetry is giving me a lot more energy, in a lot of ways, and I feel pretty glad that I am writing poetry now, as it feels very much like I've reunited with a lost part of myself.  I had not realized just how much I missed it, but it is true.  As well, I think I am realizing that I can use poetry in ways that I can't use other forms, though that is true of all the other forms as well, it is more that I feel the ability to put myself into poetry in a particular way that seems helpful to me as well as productive in terms of the work.  Indeed, it seems to me that some of the best poetry should be positively transformative for the writer. 

All in all, I am quite happy to be at this place, right now, though I do want to move forwards from here in a variety of ways, and I want to be able to get myself writing more than just poetry on a regular basis.  If I can start pumping out some more fiction the way that I write poetry, well, it would do me an immense of good in various ways, but I am not going to pretend that the place I'm at now isn't far from where I was just a year or so ago,  and that is an incredibly good thing in and of itself.

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