I’ve already written a bad book review about this series & I’m fuckin’ embarrassed because I can’t stop getting pulled back in.
I’m not a romance reader & while I see why people are attracted to the genre, it’s just not my thing. & Outlander is not just abnormal for my reading habits but also includes a lot of romance tropes that specifically annoy me, in addition to having two main characters that I just. don’t. like.
Also, it’s a literal mom series & makes me feel old. I know it’s a stupid critique, but I was talking to my mom about shows to watch in quarantine & I found out she watched both this & Versailles & was excited I had liked them. & while my mom is awesome & let me read Whitley Streiber & Stephen King when I was in elementary school, I don’t want to believe I’m full-on turning into her just yet.
I’m officially a week behind in posting & I’m switching over to 100% NaPoWriMo posts to staunch the bleed.
Thing is, there is a lot to do now. All the busyness of spring has been met with needing to somehow find a way to adapt a myriad of different little routines to account for staying home & keeping it in order.
Additionally, I have days where all I do is paint or practice an instrument.
I’m trying to come to my desk daily to deal with poetry as I also have active subs that need to be kept up. I have four poems forthcoming (Crepe & Penn, Mineral Lit, & Little Death) on top of the first draft prompt-based stuff I’m posting here. & I’m also managing a seeking publication pile at least 20-deep that requires undue fiddling & sending out to mags.
That doesn’t mean I’m ready to give up on the 30 poems challenge. I’ve fallen behind & am obviously not following the rules to a T, but I’m going to keep rolling.
This is the first of three articles about how my philosophical & spiritual ideas inform my creative work. I’m writing these in spring of 2020 in the throes of isolation, presented with a unique opportunity to sit with my thoughts.
I know it’s the middle of Camp NaNoWriMo & National Poetry Month. I know I should be sticking to the things I have set goals for. But the twin influence of isolation & immersion in my projects has my roots itching. & so I’m going to freewrite a bit about why I am the insufferable way I am & why I love all the people who do the things they do.
I’m promising no specific organization & stumble forward with the rustiest non-fic organizational instinct remembered from my days of working at a community newspaper.
The good news is that this blog is in large an exercise of how much of my voice the void can swallow. & if you are out there in the void making your own shit, I love you and here’s why…
I’m going to stick with my original plan and call my day where I am in the prompts/goals & spill over into May.
I’m still adjusting to this new schedule — having just adjusted to the old-new schedule. I have no outside help (by this I mostly mean food service which it turns out I was more dependent upon than I realized) & grocery service is patchy here, a problem exacerbated by people panic buying gluten-free items when the bread runs out & the stores not in a huge hurry to restock the specialty items.
Also, this all happened in spring & I rent a double-wide on its own lot. So, landscaping is my responsibility. Which is usually fine & enjoyable, but it’s one more thing on top of a thousand others while struggling with the basics.
Also, it’s full moon today so I have certain things I do by the moon cycle that are also eating at my time.
Anyway, I hope all is well wherever you are & I’ll go ahead & get rolling on this.