Releasing the wrattling
A stay home order seems like the time when the writing would happen, doesn’t it? I saw a tweet a couple of weeks ago that said something like, “A whole lot of Americans are going to find out that they need a lot more than plenty of time at home to write that book.” All too true.
It certainly isn’t that I haven’t had things on my mind to write. It’s something else — something that I think many of us can relate to. Focus has been a bit hard to come by. Not only is being cooped up a real thing (and we’re lucky, we have a nice yard to go into and a nice neighborhood to walk in), but the emotional and mental energy that is used right now is, well, a lot. It takes up a ton of space, not leaving much room for the many things that I’d love to be doing.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be amazingly creative right now? Wouldn’t it be amazing to just be churning out thing after thing? Would it be so.
It’s been a couple of weeks since we really knuckled down and decided to stay home. It’s been almost as long since I posted here. I’m okay with it. Indeed, I’m letting go of any need for me to have to do anything to justify my existence. Truth is, I have done things. There is this and this and this. In fact, that’s kind of a lot.
That said, I feel the words rattling around. I feel the desire to move them out. And what perfect timing. Wednesday is April 1st. The first day of #NaPoWriMo — National Poetry Writing Month. This will be the third year I’ve done it. The first year I did it, I posted it to Medium and to Instagram. Last year, I was sneaky. I put it only here, under the poetry tag. This year, perhaps I’ll be more bold. We’ll see.
In the meantime. Here are the words that shook loose today. May they find you healthy and well.