I really like that CD. Death Cab for Cutie.
Anyway, my space is slowly sucking me in. Arrgh, I am one of those people I hate. So trendy, so uncool. Finding people I had forgotten rocked so much. Finding new people who rock. Finding that I like to use the word “rock” too much.
So. plans I have currently:
- Buy new running shoes
- Write new poems
- Work on kick ass fiction
- Chill with pals
- wash dishes
Ok, so not necessarily in that order, of course. I also need to sign up for the marathons I want to run this year: Columbus and Vegas. I know that they are too close together , but I figure I can justify it by running an ultra next year: they are just training runs…
I need a writing schedule that reads like my running schedule: X pages one day, X poems the next. Does that work? In college, I could crank out 3 new poems a day, and keep up on revisions, and go to classes, and read, and chop firewood and cook and grocery shop for fourteen hungry, physical students. I can’t even manage one of these tasks now. I want to be prolific again.
I think that enrolling in grad school again could help. But what is the first step I should take? I’ve toyed with the idea of getting back in touch with college professors, with trying to get published, or taking a few classes under the continuing ed title and then using these teachers as references. I always planned on getting the old PhD, and now I think I physically yearn for it. It’s built into a lot more than paper for this little poetess… Or someday novelist.
For now, I feel stagnant. It’s those damn I needs sneeking in again. Can’t keep the I needs out these days.