All weekend I've been taking pictures of things that look haunted in some way. I cut things short at the gym on Saturday because I passed this window, and couldn't stop thinking about it. Well, I was also really hungry and lightheaded, so that was a reason to ditch too. But I would've been sad not to get this picture.
I went back today, only earlier, and the light wasn't quite right.
Sometimes I think it's easier taking pictures than writing poems. It's easier to keep them. You don't know how many lines I've lost in the past week because I didn't have the time to write them down. Later. I'll do it later. And then later it's gone.
I make myself feel better by thinking that the really important ideas are bound to resurface. But what if they never do?
O blogosphere friends, do you ever speculate about what percentage of your creative matter goes unspent?
Say you are writing something brilliant and the doorbell rings, and it's somebody asking you to sign a petition, and when you get back to your work all you can think about is clipboards and pens taped to string, string knotted to clipboard. You might as well start from the beginning.
Do feel like you are writing (literally, or figuratively) all of the time, or only when you are actually writing?
I'm an "all of the time" kind of writer. I don't even want to speculate about the percentage of my creative matter that goes unspent whilst blogging, on facebook, etc. Let's not talk about that.
In other news, hello Spring Break. I will spend most of you editing, but I will not be at my desk.
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