Everything I tossed out symbolized every minute of my time I’ve given away for the cause of being good, loved, and successful. I’ve spent the last six days in a storm of emotion, and though not a lot is clear to me, one thing is: time to honor and protect my creative time. Time to be less in areas that bring me less joy or are less aligned with my core values. I tossed out everything I had piled on my desk that wasn’t a tool in my creation. I moved my guitar and practice stand to a more inspiring space. I put up purple string lights and unburied my typewriter from the piles of shit I’d heaped around it. I had planned to write this weekend, but instead, I wound up clearing the way for writing this week and next.
Three months ago I decided to take myself more seriously as a poet and started going through my entire poetry archives to find any poems worth working on. I’ve been chipping away at this project for all that time. This weekend, I buckled down, set a timer, and cleared the entire archives. I am ready to start polishing up poems to send out. I am ready to start making time every day and tuning out the noise.
To even get through the work day last Wednesday, I put my nose in the 50th anniversary edition of Diane Di Prima’s Revolutionary letters. That turned out to be just the balm I needed, just the nudge toward forward movement. If you haven’t read it, you should binge it as soon as you can.
Stay tuned, I am working on a tune-up of my last year’s new year writing plan. It’s tentatively titled: Rebel Writing Plan 2025. Just like last year, it will be free and posted here.
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