Life has been interesting these past few weeks, some good things and challenging things. What is really good is that I am so at peace. I have truly healed in ways I really needed to heal post charter school. I will never bad mouth the school, and I have much to be grateful from it, but I am so thankful working there is no longer a part of my life. I have greater hope and confidence and I really am grateful.
Plus this past month was such a great time for my writing life. It started by getting to attend The Muse and Marketplace, and continued as I wrote for NaPoWriMo and continued to do the harrowing work of submitting my writing to various publications, contests, and retreats. I did not get into any of the retreats. But I’m glad I tried.
I will continue to write. And I did write every single day just like I promised myself. One of the neatest things about doing NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month, like National Novel Writing Month in November, but for poets!) was how much it inspired other writing. I drafted quite a few essays and short stories during that time that I am also hoping to publish.
Basically, sitting down and choosing to write just a poem a day often resulted in much more writing and writing in totally different genres. Once the floodgates opened it all had to come out. I also got out more to various literary events (including House Slam at the Haley House!) and felt more connected to writers. I’m feeling very affirmed in my dream of being a Boston writer. I know I have a lot more work to do (and I must keep up writing EVERY DAY), but this month really proved to me I can make room every day to write as long as it’s a priority. And I really want it to be, because more than anything I love it.
No matter what rejections come. No matter if I’m the only person reading my work. No matter if there are a thousand better writers out there. The reason I write isn’t for fame, publication, or money (and those are all in short supply anyway), but because it is the way I communicate. It is what gives me life. It is what I love to do most in the world. So I write. Okay that’s enough serious writer thoughts for one day. Here’s what I’m currently up to:
Loving: my life. On a real note, like I said before last year was heard I fell into a major depression that was so heavy and invading every part of my life, I couldn’t even see it because I thought that was just how life was. I was so unhappy and surviving. I remember literally counting down to when my next break was
Reading: Lots of poetry, Land of the Living by Ashlee Haze, The Witch Doesn’t Burn in This One by Amanda Lovelace, and also some books on writing poetry as well as perusing lots of literary journals.
Listening: to whatever is playing on my Pandora. The repetitive Spotify playlists that loop in Starbucks, and as much Drake as my ears can handle.
Watching: Jane the Virgin Season 4, lots of Key and Peele clips, and the antics of my cat (just kidding he sleeps most of the time).
Thinking About: Everything! All the time, seriously I have so many thoughts going on, mostly I’ve been focused on my writing, my relationships, and my health.
Anticipating: my birthday mostly, the summer, and lots of cool things I can’t quite talk about yet.
Wishing: for good vibes and that my writer wish I made at the Muse and Marketplace actually comes true.
Making Me Happy: my life. Writing. Poetry. My friends. Key and Peele. The good stuff in life, you know. Also my job is pretty great all things considered.