I believe I have hit the wall. In April, rolling through a poem a day, my creative energy was high, and I felt very connected to the part of my brain that generates ideas and manipulates language. The last couple of weeks, however, I have lost that feeling. I have been doing some writing, but with the exception of some drafts prompted by Margo’s Wordgathering (including yesterday’s piece), the well is pretty dry.
So, I have been reading. Reconnecting with my teacher self, getting excited about going back to the classroom next year. (Especially after a fun meeting with colleagues -yes, an actual FUN meeting!) And Saturday, I will be attending the book release of The Uncertainty of Maps by the wonderful Nina Corwin. Nina has been so supportive of me, helping me get started in Chicago open mics, giving me encouragement with my poetry. I am happy to now support her new work as well.
So, onward and upward! I get to see one of my favorite bands, Death Cab for Cutie, in a small club tomorrow, and it will be my son’s 18th birthday this weekend as well. I will hope the words come crawling back to me soon.