Ended up just watching Buffy and knitting. Inexplicably began knitting a winter hat, light green and gray. I guess circular knitting is just more gratifying for me than straight needle knitting. I got stuck in Seasons 2 and 3 of Buffy: slightly curvy, high school Buffy, still trapped between those walls of Sunnydale High.
Went to sleep after two in the morning, and woke up at seven-thirty, to Nina leaving the apartment for work. Couldn't go back to sleep, so read an Alice Munro story, took a bath, read more of the Her Husband, the Ted Hughes/Sylvia Plath biography, ate breakfast, and put on a Sarah Harmer CD. I intend to work on my thesis today, but I think a poem might sneak out somewhere between short stories. The other day Jason asked me why I stopped writing poetry.
"After your thesis, you should start concentrating on poetry again," he said. It was one of the best compliments ever.
Why did I stop? Because I started out a poet, and as a freshman in college decided to take a fiction writing workshop, being a weaker fiction-writer. I never got out of the endless loops of fiction workshops, and somewhere along the line assumed I was inadequate as a poet -- I forced myself to stop writing poems, even tried to strain the poetic language out of my stories.
I thought it would be too late to return to poetry, but perhaps not. Perhaps there's enough room for both poetry and fiction.
Went to sleep after two in the morning, and woke up at seven-thirty, to Nina leaving the apartment for work. Couldn't go back to sleep, so read an Alice Munro story, took a bath, read more of the Her Husband, the Ted Hughes/Sylvia Plath biography, ate breakfast, and put on a Sarah Harmer CD. I intend to work on my thesis today, but I think a poem might sneak out somewhere between short stories. The other day Jason asked me why I stopped writing poetry.
"After your thesis, you should start concentrating on poetry again," he said. It was one of the best compliments ever.
Why did I stop? Because I started out a poet, and as a freshman in college decided to take a fiction writing workshop, being a weaker fiction-writer. I never got out of the endless loops of fiction workshops, and somewhere along the line assumed I was inadequate as a poet -- I forced myself to stop writing poems, even tried to strain the poetic language out of my stories.
I thought it would be too late to return to poetry, but perhaps not. Perhaps there's enough room for both poetry and fiction.
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