I'm overwhelmed. I find myself in that situation easily, frequently. I have decided on a direction that I want to go with my poetry. It involves research and creation and eventually seeking grants or other funding to establish what I want to do.
I just want to do it. I don't want to mess with all these details. I'm a poet, not a grantwriter. ;-) I am tired, though. I just drank about two-three ounces of red wine. I worry about my heart. Well, worry isn't good for one's health and so I don't *worry*, but I do want to give my heart a beating chance. Hence, the red wine.
I have a spirituality workshop/retreat to lead on Wednesday at St. Catherine University. I'm incorporating reading and writing poetry as a means to deeper spirituality. Ugh. I haven't moved very far on it.
Tomorrow (that would be today--Tuesday), I am dedicating myself to five or more hours of transcription work. (I also admit that I am backspacing and correcting my typos--not too many, maybe one every second or third line--that doesn't seem like too many to me.)
I also have my GWE column to write. I began it on Saturday and =sigh= took on a topic about which I know little. I might have to change it. I'm already researching poetry and spirituality and poetry and grief. I'm not sure I want to research the relationship between sentence construction and mathematics. That sounds like a good topic for Len, don't you think?
My list just gets longer. What should I make for supper? Will someone besides me clean the fish tank? There is a maroon colored bubble mass floating on top of a quarter of the surface of the water. It's a saltwater tank. I hope I get to it in time...