Having so much trouble blogging, people. No, not blogging people--blogging, people. There's a difference. I'm in between drafts and I'm reading like a maniac, and I feel like there are a ton of things to do, even though I should supposedly have a little more time right now. Ever feel that way, kind listener?
I wish I wanted to do "fun" things once in a while, but all I want to do is write. And read and eat.
I don't really know where this post is going, unfortunately. So, as I always say, "When in doubt, bring the poetry out." Actually that's the first time I've said it, but not the first time I've done it.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
~ from The Waking by Theodore Roethke
