Poetry Lately
Well coming on the heels of the past couple of weeks. I've definitely seen a need for a couple of big pushes in my life.
Finishing my Book - "Mohitos and Mint Juleps" is basically done, I just need to kinda "let it go" and get it sent off to iUniverse. I took a bit of break from it before jumping back into the big final push. Now it's time to take care of that. If for no other reason so I can move on with more work.
Work - I took this sweatshop agency production job for good money and benefits (and really needed the job). It's an odd schedule and entails major overtime and "flexible" hours. I thought I'd still be getting in my readings, attending events, but it just never happens now. I've even had a feature I had to cancel an hour before an event because I just couldn't get away from work.
So I'm lookin a more poet-friendly job with regular hours. I miss my poetry buddies and all the events that go on in town. I also miss even my neighborhood association and volunteer meetings, all the stuff that keeps you plugged in.
I have a couple of more books "brewing" after "Mojitos and Mint Juleps". However, my approach will change dramatically. No more of this production scheduling and printer deadlines. I'm just going to sit down write as often as I can and when I just happen to have enough related work for one of these, then off to the printers it goes.
Cancer Dance II - Voice from the Past
I thought this deserved a seperate post, though it is related to previous.
As all this was going on. My oldest brother (we're not close) who I can go for months or years and not hear from, he drops me an email.
Seems he found an old poem from my grandmother, upon reading it it's obviously she was trying to come to grips with her own battle with cancer and death.
Wow, sometimes there's just that feeling that the universe is just tapping you on the shoulder - if yu could only figure out about what for sure.
Cancer Dance
Well this all happened pretty quickly - the whole cancer thing.
I've had this little knot in my neck for months. Slowly going from pea-sized to marble, when I finally went for my regular checkup I pointed it out the PA and reminded her this had been there for a while. She was concerned enough to have me see another doctor who immediately made a rush appointment to see an Oncologist. It was implied early on that it was very possibly lymphoma, after three doctors and preliminary tests it seemed even more so.
The last round of tests was not so much to see if I had cancer, but try to determine just what type and how far it had spread. I was a mess.
Last week though I got in touch with my doctor only to get a "well guess it wasn't what we thought after all" there's really nothing there, maybe just an impacted gland or fat deposit - okay.
So now I'm still reeling from that, the emotional ups and down. It really brough things in focus, now I'm trying to process what to do with all the emotion (and clarity) this dredged up.
