It's 12/31/2020, a "terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad" year, to quote Judith Viorst, that 99.99 percent of the world is relieved to see end. I sat down at my computer to check texts and emails, then decided I should write that post for our travel blog I've been sorting photos for, then thought, you know, you should take a stab at writing something in your essay blog.
Apparently I last had that idea on 12/19/2018, but never finished the post. It's actually okay. It's short. I tweeked it just a bit. Tweeking has always been one of the big inhibitors of my writing...among others, but I won't go into that, or the post will more than likely remain unposted as I get lost in revisions and additions then leave it to finish for another day—or year or two.
Herewith the two-year-old post, and perhaps next, a current one.
So we're putting on our Christmas card that we love for people to follow our travel blog. Then I wonder should I refer them to my essay and poetry blogs, too? Yes. But no, takes up too much room on a card we're trying to keep short and sweet. The rest of it is notes of our kids' professions, with a comment that they are stupendous in other ways, too, of course.I've discovered that I haven't posted to Riddle's Glenn in four years, when I celebrated having made it a year past my traumatic cervical spine surgery. There is some good reading. There are some valid thoughts, in my humble opinion.
I was listening to City Arts and Lectures on NPR station KQED out of San Francisco yesterday and my psyche perked up when I heard the interviewee, poet Eileen Myles say, and I paraphrase, "A poem is like a party. The poems on the page are the people at the party." That was it! That would inspire me to write!
