I’ll be honest. I want nothing more than to not write a blog post right now. I managed to tweak my back in the midst of my latest clean-the-house attempt and am writing to you from my cocoon of self-pity and cushions. Of course, I managed to do this after having de-shelved all my books and well before the re-shelving was complete. That’s what I get for above-and-beyond thinking. After all, when better to re-organize than while cleaning?
Still, it is Sunday and a check-in is due. My first half-a-week back on the Row80 band-wagon was a hit and miss endeavor. I missed yesterday’s 300+ count due to laziness and fatigue. But otherwise have held steady. Of note, WOK starts a new daily writing challenge today. 700 words a day for 3 weeks. I’m going to give it my best go but am leery of taking too much on, suspecting that ambition may have played a part in my prior slippage (see prior blog post). Still, better ambitious than lazy.
In other news, I attended my poetry critique group yesterday with two pieces. They were both well-received. In fact, only one garnered any suggestion toward change. I am, of course, not certain this is a good thing. I have often heralded lack of criticism with suspicion, if not disdain. I look at my work, every sentence I have ever strung together…and I see room for improvement. If I can see it, staring out at the world from within its framework, shouldn’t others find those same flaws, find more?
I know, I know, I should shut my mouth and say “thank you.”
So I do. I smile and nod and say the words. The words come easily enough, manners providing cover to a disappointment I cannot as easily express.
No, I don’t understand it either.