Another year, another NaPoWriMo. Last year I only made it to Day 22. I am curious to see where the practice will take me this year. I want to say I will write 30 poems in 30 days. But of course, predictions carry less weight than presence. And so, what I can say today is that I am present, and hoping to be that way every day, every moment of every day of every year I have left to wander this wacked out planet.
Over the past few years, NaPoWriMo has taught me something about humility. To post drafts of poems in a very public setting is just foolhardy, yes? I mean it seems arrogant too, but really, it's mostly just foolishness. And yet, something about filling the screen each day and then clicking on "publish" creates, well, (gosh I don't want to use the word "accountability" here), I don't know what exactly. An articulation of a commitment?
I've written in April through all kinds of sludge...illness, relationship difficulties, job searches...last year those things all sank me toward the end, and they could very well again (well, not the job search part, I hope). But at least, mostly, I hope I get some credit for trying.
I know what Yoda say's y'all..."There is no try, only do." But then isn't trying its own kind of doing?
