Commentary: It Was a Protein Shake
I think you can get away with a “dear reader” type of commentary filled with the banal details of what you had for breakfast last Thursday as long it’s not every week. Or every two weeks.
I think you can get away with a “dear reader” type of commentary filled with the banal details of what you had for breakfast last Thursday as long it’s not every week. Or every two weeks.
One thing I’ve been discovering as I’ve started submitting things to places that might want to publish them is that there is actually a “market” for reprints.
When I have a chance to see a band live, I get as much out of the experience as I can. Seeing a show is a good reminder that the secret sauce is hard work.
September always makes me hyper-aware of change, which makes sense. It’s also really self-indulgent, but this IS a blog.
I wrote most of an essay, then realized it amounted to five-hundred words on how “writing is hard.” So I scrapped it.
I’m still publishing something every Tuesday, but new poetry/prose/art will be every other week. That gives me the time I need for longer, more complex stuff.
I’m fascinated by brevity—probably because I’m so bad at it.
We are in the thick of February. For those of you who also have full-spectrum lamps and take Vitamin D supplements, you know exactly what I mean.
I think my day job in the corporate world is ripe fodder for some neat poetry. “Poetry for Business,” I call it, or perhaps the pithier “Business Poetry,” which sounds like an English elective they’d offer to Business Administration undergrads at a middle-tier East Coast liberal arts college, or maybe Bentley. Or Babson.
Well. There’s a lot going on. (Gestures vaguely to all this)