What I wish upon every person who dreams a big dream is that you have people who prop you up. I have some people like that in my house, but I also have my friend B. who, if you’ve been tuned in all along, you may have heard me mention from time to time.
My friend B. writes me to say how awesome the writing is. Keep it up. Most importantly, keep going.
Have I ever mentioned I’ve never met my friend B.?
Somehow my friend B. is acutely aware of the time span in which I will become frustrated, bored, busy, etc. and think about giving up.
Did I ever mention my friend B. is a brilliant psychologist?
Probably not because he’s not a psychologist. But he played one while in graduate school. He’ll foo-foo that and say he only ran rats in mazes but he always tries hide his brilliancy under a bushel.
You know what song I’m humming now?
Anyway.
I received my first copy of Writer’s Digest today. I’ve been waiting for about 2 months. Maybe 3. Math is not my strong point.
It’s got a lot of commercials, so far, but also a good article about writing small in the time you have. I have to say that I resemble that remark. Have a ten minute sonnet to fade out:
Ten minute sonnet – June 14.06
There was no release to the pressure of
having to come up with a thigh to rhyme
and fit in the space, and meet the half
of the lip, the thrust of misspent sky time
writing your name in walking rhythm, da
Dum, da Dum. Some type of chest drum keeps this
song a chorus of birds sitting on the
emergency party line. Come in, Miss
April, mind your mark. Smile for the people,
bend over for the crowd, be a sweetie,
wipe the seatie. 4 minutes, no more pull,
no more room. Shaddup and get the pointy.
Even you can formulate. Its chaos
contained, Mr. November. All bathos.
What the heck was I trying to say? Whoo.
