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

I am getting myself consistently writing two poems in the morning, as well as keeping up with two at night, and I want to add some more work time in, actually.  Tomorrow, I want to do some work on that play, as I have a meeting tomorrow night.  I could have gone earlier tonight, but had a very long and busy afternoon/evening.  I am not going into all of it, but Melissa and I are looking at buying a house and have begun searching with someone.  We've seen a few places we liked, though they were not perfect and were also not really inside our budget at the moment.  One was actually an amazing place that was totally mid-century modern with a sunken living room and tiled entry, as well as brown shag carpet.  It was actually a beautiful house, though it really would need a lot of work.  Anyway, I am not going to get into all that but to say that we need to keep looking, but at least now we have some idea of what we like.  Honestly, we didn't have an absolute sense of the budget when we started, but that is another story, though I am glad to have that cleared up.

Anyway, I am quite happy that I am keeping up with my writing and working on things even with other stuff going on.  I mean, I can't call a day a waste when I write four poems, and that is beginning to feel like slacking, to be blunt about it.  I mean, if I spent a lot more time at the desk working, I could be writing tons more, but it is also a matter of having a life and doing things that can allow me an opportunity to write.  I mean, it is a balance, always, though I do have times when I might be more in a mood to be alone and work.  That, I think, is more a fiction thing, really.  Or at least is connected to more sustained work in some sense, by which I mean something like a novel or a longer work of poetry.

I've been writing a lot of interesting kinds of works of late, and think I am finding my way through a lot of things that are very thorny in some ways.  I think the poems I am writing now are very much about things in the world, even the ones that are surreal and a bit strange feel as though they are about the real world in a way, and the point of poetry, for me, often is about an experience to give the reader, a mental journey that the poem maps out.  If I do my job, it may be that the things which seem obscure are creating an experience that leads to a fulfilling understanding and meaning.  Of course, I may not always achieve that, but I aim to, and the poems that work best are successful.  The rest will need more work, of course...

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