Woke up at 7am to darkness. We had a good rain overnight that wasn’t expected until today. I am happy for it. The tomatoes and peppers needed it. It spares me the bending over and fighting with the hose (I tweaked my back last night)
It will be in the 100s today after you figure in the heat index, so I plan on doing my running around now.
Have not done much writing this week. A little editing here and there. Went back to that summer piece and another inspired by Frida and Diego. I need to get back to my drafts for the project. I feel like it has been a month since I have looked at them and August is right around the corner.
Here are a few lines from a letter Weldon Kees wrote to his friend Norris Getty on January 23, 1938:
WRITING//// I’m not doing what I want to do; is anyone?…
But so much of the time I feel a desperate apathy towards writing: the apparently insurmountable difficulties entailed in writing as one wants, the discouraging business of trying to get your stuff in print, the realization that nobody much gives a damn whether you write or take dope or read the American Magazine.
85 years ago and the sentiment still sings.
What about you? What have you been working on? Any deadlines? Big or small projects that you’ve drifted away from and need to find your way back to?
I’ve been trying to get a bunch of art, writing and organizing done before school starts again. I have so much more to do.