Getting published validates the feeling that my work is worthy of publishing and it makes me want to submit more work for publication. I’m at odds with how to react, however, because this feeling that my work is worthy of work is worthy of publishing also makes me want to create more work.
For now, I plan to pursue the latter. I’ve recently had the idea to create a new collection of poetry that follows the theme of rock collecting; experimenting with how pocketing rocks only to stumble upon them later is similar to how we experience and re-encounter memories.
Yesterday was that last day I had to mow lawns to make ends meet, which is a bittersweet occasion because, while the work was monotonous and grueling at times and it ate up my free time, I was often graced with writing ideas atop my humming machine. I guess I will have to find another way to access this semi-conscious brain state.
That’s it for now, I’d love to write more but I have real writing to do!