A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Thirty-Six

So, I am yet again quite exhausted, but I did get my work done.  In fact, I think I am back to twelve poems.  I did the work all tonight, but split it between two sessions.  I am hoping that I will be able to get myself on a more regular morning schedule soon, as I think I may be able to get a more regular amount of sleep soon.  Honestly, that would he the best thing that could happen right now, at least in terms of my personal well-being.  I have been rather sleep deprived for some time now, but I won't get into it here, suffice it to say that I believe having better and more consistent sleep will facilitate my getting to work in the morning.

Again, I did find myself more easily pressing out poems.  It is often just a matter of going for it, of allowing an idea to take hold.  It can begin, quite often does begin, with just the language itself, or a small image or idea, but then it builds.  In some cases, I am aware of where an idea is going, but often, it is not clear to me until I arrive someplace.  Really, many of these poems are quite wild and I am not certain what others will think, but I find the energy of them quite exciting, and even if it turns out that others tell me they are of no value, I know the time spent on them, the craft I am learning, has a larger value than just the poems I am writing.  I am learning from this work, though I cannot yet say all of what it is teaching me and know I may be in a phase where what I am producing is only the precursor, the uncoordinated first steps.  If that is the truth of it, that only means I am progressing towards something, even if it is unclear the destination just yet.

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