I have been busy. I have been lax in writing. I have been reading. I need to clean my apartment, which may just be starting to smell. I am cold. I am getting fat because I need to go running. I need to go running lots, but it is always too dark outside once I get going. Ny fingers are cold right now. I miss you, every one.
I also really miss having a computer. It is hard for me to think poetry without one. I’m currently obsessed with the NYT. I have to know what is going on in Pakistan every minute of every day since Bhutto’s assasination.
Recently, I watched Stranger than Fiction again. I love that movie. It reminds me that fate is never fate. We can always change what is about to come next. I love that he chooses the boy over himself, but his benevolent narrator then decides that a guy that great is worth sacrificing a hugely important and beautiful piece of literature for. Just to habve him alive.
I want to be that sort of person. I want people to be willing to do things like that for me. I think I could start by actually doing my job right now, and then writing a poem or two. Also working on short stories. We’ll see how those go.