The spouse and I went north for a long weekend, then two days later I went to visit friends a state or two south of us. There was a lot of time spent in cars on country roads, a rented cabin, subways, commuter rail, Amtrak, cars, friend’s apartment, a random university where my friend suckered me into teaching her class for her.
“Talk about what you do.”
“Uh, what part of what I do? Editing? Writing about beer? Nonfiction? Sonnets? Poodles?”
“Do that poet thing.”
“What poet thing?”
“You know, poetry/language intelligence.”
Well, this Clause is a sucker for flattery, so I did it. It went OK. I was tired though, and could have done better.
While I was slightly south of my current locale, I was not on social media. I did not see much of the Dumpster Fire that is our executive branch. But I had a good talk with my two dear friends, whom I had gone to visit. We talked politics and writing and race and writing and books and nature and relationships.
In the coming weeks I need to refine and put into effect my acts of resistance, and set up a system so it’s doable. Same with editing the Fucker. And I have to finish the first draft of my beer book.
What do you need to refine? Also are any of you going to AWP?