A few weeks ago, there was a call for writers for a poetry reading/collection. I told one of the organizers I was interested. It’s been a while since I’ve done a reading, and it’s been a while since I’ve dedicated myself to any kind of writing other than, well, what I’m doing now.
So some time passes. I think about a poem. I think twice. I don’t write anything. One of the organizers comes up to me and suggests that I write and contribute. Strongly suggests. To the point where it’s pointedly saying, “You should turn some stuff in.”
I think about it more. The deadline passes. I don’t turn anything in.
I am kicking myself.
I hate being lazy, and I hate even more not writing when it’s clear that I need to. It’s that whole hiding your light under a bushel. (It’s Easter Monday, so I’m bustin out the biblical stuff.) Well I guess that means I need to write something. It is poetry month after all.
I’ll post it here when I get to that point.
Peace.