After a second night of uncomfortably hot not-so-much-sleeping, today got off to a pretty great start. I worked my first shift in the kitchen — helping to set up/serve/clean up breakfast, and prepping the salad bar stuff for lunch. I have to say that it felt good to be doing something with my hands (besides typing). Not saying I’d want to do it EVERY morning starting at 6:45, but rather, it was nice to start this particular day having actually accomplished something tangible/useful. Plus, it was a bonus to have to occasionally walk into the fridge to get various things. I lingered more than once. I may sleep in there tonight.
This afternoon, spurred, no doubt, by slicing cucumbers and making coffee, I have been working on poem edits, with some satisfying results. A quandry, though — I am revising poems which I posted, in earlier draft form, here on this blog. It took a lot for me to post those early versions in such a public forum — but I talked myself into it. Especially for April’s “poem a day” challenge, I thought going public would be a motivator, and I was correct. But part of my plan for THIS month involves returning to many of those poems, as well as others I may have posted in the spirit of the blog. (The “spirit of the blog” being, apparently, “prematurely publish drafts which don’t actually merit the bandwidth yet! because you can!”) I was just doing some further tinkering with “Compliance,” for instance. And I was thinking, oh, maybe I’ll put a new draft up here. But there’s still that old draft. It’s not a massively different draft. But suddenly it’s looking….like the OLD draft. Suddenly I’m feeling shy and self-conscious. (Tip for shy and self-conscious people: don’t. start. a. blog.) So, okay, I guess no fair complaining about feeling like I revealed too much of my precious and mysterious and profoundly idiosyncratic artistic process here. (And again, because I love parentheses: does it really matter when, like, three people look at this blog with anything resembling regularity?) Gah. Maybe I’ll post some poems. Maybe less of this bloghorrea. Keep old drafts up? Delete them as I post newer ones? Quit posting poems in favor of thrilling you with this minute by minute accounting of the stupid things I think about AS I AM THINKING ABOUT THEM? Stay tuned.
All I really logged on to say was that I’ve worked on several poems this afternoon, and it feels good. Even though my hair hasn’t been fully dry since July 3.