Saturday, June 9, 2017

Who can believe I woke up this morning thinking it's Tues.? 

John and I had a great session Friday. 

We're workin on my "creative genious." I finally revealed to him how I read my poetry over and over, each time thinking it's good or no good. John is so perceptive: he said: " do you really think you're poetry is doegrrele?"  That word stopped me in my tracks. Now I can't write anymore. I've been stopped in my tracks. Later I'll get back up and contintue. I'll find an old poem, or write a new one. I'm also thinking of doing something in a different vein: cultural "analysis" of our dining room.