Yesterday I kept falling asleep in a meeting where I was supposed to be taking minutes. Every so often my eyes would close, and I would force them open, and there would be these faint squiggles on the paper in front of me, and I would think, what did they just say?
It also occurred to me that if I’m going to get done all the work I’m committed to in the next few weeks, I will probably have to give up sleeping altogether.
And then last night I had the first unbroken night (till 5:40) that I can remember having in weeks and weeks. When things seem very black, there is always some little tiny thing which pulls you back from the brink.
A friend said to me the other day ‘I hate to see you wasting your energies like this’. And I thought that, maybe, in this whole mess of a life, full of false hopes and lost causes, maybe, just maybe, there is one thing I can do well, and that is write. Maybe.
So, here I am again.
And yesterday, I submitted four of my poems to a competition. The first time I have ever sent them anywhere – apart from my blog. My lost children, wandering out into the world. It was surprisingly easy to part with them, as it happens. I printed off a form from the web, filled it in, printed out the poems, wrote a cheque for the entry fee, paperclipped everything together, found an envelope, stuck the whole lot in the post box. The kind of thing I do every day – no big deal, after all. And now I’ll just forget about it.
I have a feeling I promised to share information about writing competitions. bit late for this one, as the closing date is tomorrow, but here it is anyway:
http://www.gracedieuwriterscircle.co.uk/
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Sleep, work, poetry
by husbandorcat
@ 27 Feb. 2008 - 07:03:07
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I wonder why your friend thinks that writing is wasting your energies. I think the opposite - not writing is wasting your energies.
 | husbandorcat [Member] 2008-02-29 @ 07:05 |
I think I misquoted her - she said 'misdirecting', not 'wasting'.
but she wasn't talking about my writing, but about other things in my life. Or possibly, the things I am writing about.
the heart rises with sun over still and peaceful waters.
Be thou blessed.
| husbandorcat [Member] 2008-02-29 @ 07:14 |
I just looked at your site.
I loved 'Oregon' best. I read it just after I had written this:
http://husbandorcat.blog.co.uk/2008/02/29/morning-meditation-3795737
Thank you for giving me a different perspective on it.
| husbandorcat [Member] 2008-02-29 @ 07:16 |
This is where I put my poetry:
http://melinda-in-surreality.blog.co.uk/
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