We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days. Husband is still struggling in recovery from three months of health hell, I’m fighting against another flare-up of neuropathy. Doctors can’t seem to find a reason for this neuropathy that I’ve had get increasingly worse over the years & I’ve decided that it doesn’t really matter the reason, it’s not going to make it hurt less. I deal. Some days it’s ok. Some days it’s bad. Some days it’s really bad.
I write from these fringes because my brain always enters some kind of spring mania stage when the weather changes from cold to warm. Vegas will soon descend into death heat territory & I’ll become so cocooned in pain I won’t know what’s going on, so the lightning bolts of creative energy that keep me constantly thinking & jotting things down have free reign to fill up pages & keep me from sleep.
Hypnagogia is a great state to be in & the poetry that stems from it could probably be called experimental or something. I don’t really know what defines certain types of poetry or anything. I don’t even care about form. I think that those who adhere to forms are disciplined in a way I just can’t be. I can handle a haiku? Most of my rhymes are accidental too. I’ll set out to NOT RHYME on purpose & then I read it & yeah, there’s some rhymes.
We’re in a Joy Division phase too. Listening to them. Watching Ian Curtis dance on stage on YouTube. Husband’s staring at an almost finished painting on his easel, I’m trying to make sense of darting thoughts in verse.
My friend bought me the Dragon software as an early birthday gift & that’s going to be fun. I’ll use it when I absolutely cannot type to save my fingers. I think it will be most helpful when something inspires me on the fly. I can just speak my notes out loud & the thing will type for me. Amazing, isn’t it? I thank her sincerely.
I’m writing for the sake of writing right now & I’m probably going to share it for the sake of sharing. I haven’t done an update in awhile so this Jam File will serve that purpose.
We’re hanging in here. Husband returns to work this week & it’ll be odd not having him around all the time again.
I’m remembering dreams again. Weird ones. People from the past keep showing up in them & I swear I’m going to run through every person I ever met eventually on that dream plane. That in-between place that my spirit visits every night. I write them down. Sometimes I use their imagery in poems so that’s good. Inspiration while I sleep. I’ll take it.
NaPoWriMo is next month & I’m excited. I’m probably not going to use prompts this year. I’m just going to go where the pen takes me. The keyboard. The microphone on my Dragon headset. My mind. My body. The wind.
It’s time to work on poems now. Hope you all are having a good week!