It has come to my attention that I need to stop waiting for the ‘right’ time and just write something. So here it is.
It’s not like I’ve spent the whole time I haven’t been writing waiting. It’s just that – I guess I’m ready. Typing slowly and, sometimes, painfully; I have reached the point that not being able to touch-type is no longer allowed to be a barrier to my writing.
I don’t know what I’m going to write, but it’s going to be something. Years ago I showed my writing (this was in college, so you can guess how long ago) to an editor who told me that I’m better at prose than poetry. Since then, besides diary/blog writing, I have restricted myself to prose. But I *want* to write poetry.
So perhaps that is what I will do.
If it’s bad poetry, which some at least is bound to be, so be it. I’m no longer dependent on others telling me what to do, or what I am good at. Now that I type/write so slowly, I can take my time and craft my poems. That’s the theory, anyway.
In any event, I promise [myself] I will be writing, something, at least once a week going forward.
There it is.