Saturday

It's Saturday and I am doing laundry and not much more. I just finished watching Land of Women. It was a bit contrived about a writer who goes to visit his Grandmother as she is dying. He meets the neighbors, Meg Ryan and Kristin Stewart, mother/daughter. It's not a bad movie but kind of cliche with Meg Ryan being diagnosed with breast cancer.

The movie made me think about writing. The main character is going through a dry spell after being dumped by his girlfriend. I haven't been writing much either. I have completely stopped writing poetry. I remember when there were times when I couldn't get the words out of my head fast enough. I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with lines for a new poem.

I switch now back and forth between short stories that I don't finish to narratives, again I don't finish. I am all about the non-finish. I get wound up with an idea and I run with it for awhile until I get bored. I have a couple of stories that are finished. They just need some hard work editing.

I wonder if I am a real writer sometimes. I am not published or anything. I am sure there are lots of people who wish they were writers but don't ever write. I can at least say I tried. I emotionally invested myself in the words I put down. I don't write about trivial or mundane things.

It would be great to be recognized someday with being published. I don't think self publishing a chapbook of poems counts. I am not knocking my poems but it's not the same as being published by a real publishing company.

I am blessed with the opportunity to write. I think it's better to wet the page with ink than to just daydream about it. It doesn't matter how good the words are.

We can't all be Hemingway

peace

dumbdavid