Or wave or something. Anything. I don’t know. It feels like it’s been ages since I wrote a blog post or journal entry or whatever this is. It’s actually only been a couple of days. I’m not sure if I count Sunday’s cuz those have a predetermined topic and format and I really don’t do a ton of actual writing those days, typically.
I’m having a tough time today thinking about what to write about. I spent the last week down deep in a rabbit hole thinking about things I had to write for school. Of everything that is required of me in participating in this MFA program, writing “critical” essays has to be one of my least favorite.
Last semester I struggled because I wasn’t even sure what the parameters or guidelines were around writing such a thing. I struggled with topics and feeling like I knew enough to have “critical” comments about any craft subject. I set the bar high for myself and powered through it. In the end my essays were a mix of personal thought, explorations about the craft of poetry, and writing that might be considered “book report” like.
I was pleased with the results but was terrified about this semester. Worried once again what to write about. This is one area I wish there was more guidance on. Fortunately for me, my mentor this semester was very open minded about the topics and gave me lots of leeway and suggestions. In my first two packets I included essays about utilization of different types of image, one on metaphor, and the rest were mostly explorations about the revision process and other random musings. This time, I was in a time crunch, and also sick for like 10 days, and had some crafty type things about line and enjambment that I had been studying, but wasn’t able to put those puzzle pieces together for a “real” essay. What I did instead felt more like one of these journal entries, with some very specific examples from ever growing collection of poems. If I include examples from real poets, that makes it legit right?
Anyway, I haven’t had a lot of time to write much else. I haven’t had a lot of time to do much of anything. Its Jim’s birthday this week and it’s not like I haven’t done a ton of thinking about that, but there are certainly things I wanted to do that never got done. The time crunch is real. But there I go again, landing on that old familiar subject I seem to return to again and again. I suppose if that’s the worst thing I have that repeats in my brain over and over again, I should be grateful. There’s a lot of terrible things in this world I could get stuck on. Injustice in America – new Supreme Court Nominees passing go, injustice in the Middle-East – Journalists getting brutally murdered, human injustice – refugees fleeing a country to try and make a home in a new, free country, but being turned away. Yeah, there’s a lot worse things in life than what I seem to worry about day in and day out.
All I can really do is smile and nod, or wave or something. Anything. I don’t know.