Waiting for the other shoe to drop (and ignoring the thuds in the background)

A very strange week this has been already. Part of it is the weather (Yeah, I know, here I go harping about that again). But we’ve had about 15 inches of rain this month. Yesterday we had two inches of snow (the bocce ball court was completely unusable ;^} ). Today we had more rain and hail and lots of sun in between.

I went to town for a writing group. It was productive for me for the first time in weeks, but more about that in a minute. I also bought scotch (a vital nutrient) and a whole bunch of groceries. When I got home, Ben said, “The weather forecast I just heard was so depressing I’m not even going to tell you about it.” But of course he did: 11 inches of snow for tomorrow. I’ll believe that when I see it. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen more than 6-8 inches out here. Of course, that’s enough to keep us from getting up our 20% grade driveway (except maybe in the Subaru now that it has the right tires or the RTV). But I bought enough fresh food to last a week or so, and of course I’ve got 3-4 weeks of canned goods and assorted packaged stuff. And if we run out of scotch, there’s the vodka, gin, bourbon, rum, and about 3 cases of wine. We’ll probably make it through. . .

Now, yesterday I celebrated the successes of some friends of mine. I even got a note from Heath (see comments in the previous post) about a new book of poems he has out. So I’ve been sort of flaggelating myself for being such a slug. I’ve definitely been in a post-grad-school slump, don’t have quite the right poems to finish my manuscript, don’t even know for sure what they are, can’t get inspired to send anything out, and so on.

But this afternoon at my friend Carla’s, my writing workshop (this is a “generate new material” workshop, not a critique group) started working. I got two rather good drafts of poems and a piece of prose that hasn’t quite decided what it wants to be yet.

Then I got home and found a note from the editor of an anthology to be issued (in April, I think) requesting a bio ASAP. She loved the work I sent her and said some awfully nice things about my writing. Then I thought about the friend who solicited work for the online arts journal Perigee. I sent her some work and realized I had no idea what had happened to it. So I looked. Lo and behold, they’ve published two of my poems in Issue 15 (also known as Vol. 4 Iss. 3). If you want to read them, they’re online. This link will take you to the first poem; just click next poem at the bottom to see the second one.

Then I remembered that I’ve been invited to read at the Silverton Poetry Festival in their grand finale “Feast of Poets” on Sunday April 22. This is a bigger deal than it sounds like, and I was very excited when I got the invitation. But then I immediately pushed it back in my head and got glum again.

But here I am tonight with a string of successes and some new work that’s actually promising, and the world is looking better all the time.

Night before last, it rained all night. We sleep with the windows open, and I woke up from time to time to hear it pounding down. Then, about dawn, it got very quiet, and I thought, “Cool. It’s stopped raining.” Then I opened my eyes to see these silver dollar sized clumps of snowflakes coming down.

It’s raining a bit outside right now, but the temperature is dropping even as I write this. We may very well get more snow tonight. But the pantries are stocked, no commitments in town for another week or so, a new NY Times Sunday puzzle awaits, and life is good.

Now I’d better publish this before the generator runs out of gas and I’m left trying to ressurect a draft. Then I’ll go bank the fires and just go to bed.

2 Responses to “Waiting for the other shoe to drop (and ignoring the thuds in the background)”

  1. wildiris Says:

    Good poem, and congratulations on the publication. I just came across your blog and I’m enjoying exploring your posts. (New here.)

  2. mklekacz Says:

    wildiris, your pen name is one of my favorite flowers. We get them in copious quantities every spring, usually in April.

    I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. I hope you keep dropping in.

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