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

I wrote three new poems today, two of which I think have some potential.  I am not certain about the third, but that is quite good on average, really, and I am happy if I feel that two out of three of the poems I am working on are even decent.  In truth, none of them are probably brilliant, at the moment, but they are all worthwhile.  Of them, I do believe one has something, but I may be wrong.  I don't know if it will connect or seem a bit cryptic instead. 

The point is, though, that I am happy with the work I am doing.  As I said last night, I think my pushing to get more work done is making some part of my brain light up with more inspiration.  It seems to me that it is worth pushing to be in this kind of creative mode, of keeping going each day and not stopping for a break, at least for me, because it does result in the opening up of some mental space that is dedicated to this sort of work. 

In some sense, I think of it, really, as being as if I am showing a part of myself the respect and trust it wants, and in exchange it is willing to come out.  That part of me needs to know it will be honored before it can take action, so it is only natural that it took me making that serious commitment in order to reach this point.  The poetic imagination that I am speaking of needed to feel it would be safe before it took the risk of emerging, and by my spending time sitting by the computer even before I started really feeling the inspiration, and keeping at it on a regular basis, it became clear that this was a safe space for that creative play.  I was able to develop a sort of space in which I could trust myself and as a result, I am getting so much written that it is astounding.  Especially considering how long I spent not writing...

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