Freedom (illusory)

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Well, it's Friday and it's almost noon and I've only been out of bed for maybe 30 minutes and awake for maybe an hour. Aaah. That's nice. :-)

trj has been sending me some interesting notes in a sort of slowmo conversation about creative process. This has been fun because I haven't really talked to anyone about creative process since, hmmmm, well probably the last creative writing class I took in 1989.

A part of me thinks I should do something about this. Anna-Marie has made a standing invitation for me to come out to some poetry reading sessions her and some friends have that are kind of like an informal extension of the classes we used to attend. I'll admit I'm both tempted and seriously intimidated. AM had the most amazing poetry and it frequently felt like she could use the language like a surgical instrument. She probably didn't feel that way about it, but I was always pretty awed by her writing.

That she even offered to have me go was sort of amazing to me. She didn't ask if I was writing now and, since it was a chance meeting in a grocery store, she didn't even have to invite me at all. Of course that was probably a year ago, but I'm still packing the little business card she wrote her info on. Aren't I lame?

We're off to a seminar this weekend, instead of camping. I know it's not what pjt hoped for, this being the traditional first weekend in the woods for us. The weather has been so screwy. It'll still be nice to be away and not thinking about work and not thinking about whether someone will call me.