Yesterday I wrote this post. After writing my SOL, I started working on the post about poetry mentors. This meant looking for previous notebooks/journals that had notes from poetry workshops I have taken.
Could I really find the notes from the mid-80’s workshop I took with a poet? Probably not because that was another life and I have moved a couple of times. The funny thing is that I have been pretty protective of my writing journals.
Then I started thinking about the fact that I have taken another workshop with this poet since the mid-80’s. When did I take the workshop? Where’s that notebook.
Now I don’t know about you but when looking for a specific journal, unless you know exactly which journal the notes are, it means having to skim the pages. Then the memory kicks in and before you know it, your husband is asking, “Honey, what are you doing?” And being so engrossed in memory lane, you respond, “Nothing, dear.”
It’s driving me crazy. I know there are writing journals and some seem to be missing. I have a new summer project, organize my writing journals.
I have been working the future blog post but as I write, there’s this voice and visual think working in my brain to make the journals appear.
More slices can be found HERE. Woo hoo! Twenty-eight days of writing, can you believe it?