Weekend poetry blogging (and more)
It's been an intense fortnight or so. Lots of ups and downs. The major downer was finding a fat letter from the IRS in my mailbox just as I was rushing in the door last Saturday to take a quick shower and breather before our Feed the Homeless enterprise. I had hoped to spend some time this weekend cleaning and organizing the house - I didn't do squat last weekend - but this is ridiculous.
(The good news is that I found one important supporting document within 30 minutes of beginning to search for it, but prayers appreciated. I'm pretty fried in general even without this.)
I was more than a little "I don't have TIME for this right now" earlier in the week, but started getting moving on some of the necessary tasks through the procrastination. I did make the conscious decision to attend a friend's poetry reading last night, and I'm glad I took the break. She. was. fabulous. I'll see if I can get permission to publish one of hers on the blog - quite seriously, I was reminded of Really Good Poets like Sharon Olds when she read. (And she reads very, very well.)
It was also a revelation to Shy Girl here that I can go to an open mic and read someone else's poetry (as long as I properly credit, of course). It could be good practice for my mic-fright/performance anxiety.
OK, enough blogging procrastination for the moment. Time to call the credit card company and ask them to send statement copies.
(The good news is that I found one important supporting document within 30 minutes of beginning to search for it, but prayers appreciated. I'm pretty fried in general even without this.)
I was more than a little "I don't have TIME for this right now" earlier in the week, but started getting moving on some of the necessary tasks through the procrastination. I did make the conscious decision to attend a friend's poetry reading last night, and I'm glad I took the break. She. was. fabulous. I'll see if I can get permission to publish one of hers on the blog - quite seriously, I was reminded of Really Good Poets like Sharon Olds when she read. (And she reads very, very well.)
It was also a revelation to Shy Girl here that I can go to an open mic and read someone else's poetry (as long as I properly credit, of course). It could be good practice for my mic-fright/performance anxiety.
OK, enough blogging procrastination for the moment. Time to call the credit card company and ask them to send statement copies.
posted by Charlotte at 12:37 PM
1 Comments:
The more you speak in public, the easier it gets (said Another Shy Girl who, thanks to God's riotous sense of humor, makes her living in part by speaking in public, and who has lately also been pulling AM duty at church).
Giving you a cross-country thumbs-up on the IRS thing. This too shall pass.
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