After a week with four rejections and a months-old draft that just kept sitting there, being drafty;
after a day when I felt the lack of you,
as well as my own disappointment with myself, more piercingly than ever,
thank you, writing, nonetheless for standing by me:
thank you for moving me at 1 a.m. from what felt like sure sleep
to get up, because there was something that needed to be written,
something that kept me from sleep, something urgent enough
that I decided to get up and write it.
And thank you, even, for the four and half hours of sleep I lived with today,
because every moment at the thin edge of exhaustion,
it was there, that new piece, what I traded for sleep.
I really relate to this. I've woken up with an idea for a scene or a character. When those ideas come, I have to write them down or I will forget.ReplyDelete
Why can't inspiration come when we ask for it?
I am glad you are a writer you know that right? Regardless of stupid publishers. You are a writer. That is my motivational thought for this Friday.ReplyDelete
Pretty good trade. (I got two rejections last weekend. On a Saturday night! And a Sunday morning). And yet, the trade. That is the good.ReplyDelete
Oh, HTMS. You know you are my favorite poet. What Amelia said--stupid, stupid publishers.ReplyDelete
Thanks for this post. It gave me a lift.