This morning at 4:30 I was ungrateful. I wrote How can I start again. How can I start again. How can I start again. When did I stop.
I didn't feel capable of writing. The timer on my cell phone ticked down. I had nothing.
I felt better when I realized I had set the timer for 15 hours. Not 15 minutes.
Grateful to have most of these, most days.
what a poet wants
the right pencil
a decent chair
a third cup of coffee
occasional sleep
an honest critic
a kind reader
a self-sufficient cat
tolerant friends
a perfect cloud
relative silence
enough blackberries
a workable prayer
good beer
a passionate agent
a patient lover
a present muse
I didn't feel capable of writing. The timer on my cell phone ticked down. I had nothing.
I felt better when I realized I had set the timer for 15 hours. Not 15 minutes.
Grateful to have most of these, most days.
what a poet wants
the right pencil
a decent chair
a third cup of coffee
occasional sleep
an honest critic
a kind reader
a self-sufficient cat
tolerant friends
a perfect cloud
relative silence
enough blackberries
a workable prayer
good beer
a passionate agent
a patient lover
a present muse