I stayed up much too late last night going through 200+ poems. I had to read through them, make edits if needed-and believe me, some of my older work needed tweaking-and then move them into the compilation folder to go through each one later to see which one will make the cut. I’m going to create the sections next and then, after my elves have chosen which poems are worthy (visions of Wayne’s World just flashed before my eyes-can’t you just picture pages of poetry pulling a Wayne and Garth?No? Maybe it’s just me then.), I will move them into the appropriate sections. After that, but always in my mind, is artwork. I have no idea what I want to do in this regard. I think I’d just like simple sketches in black and white but I’m not completely sure. I do not draw so doing it myself is out of the question. And, where this is concerned, I’m finding myself being rather particular about it. This is the work of half a lifetime, you know? I want it to be the best I can make it because it’s not for me. All these poems, all this work…it’s all been for my kids and my family and friends and people who might need to hear a voice they can identify with. When I was 17 years old I knew I wanted to write and publish a book of poetry if only for the kids I’d have in the future. My kids were my inspiration before they were ever focused thoughts. And my family…well, who else have been my biggest supporters? Well, besides Denise, but she’s a special case. 😉
Now, I don’t know about you, but whenever I spend a certain amount of time and effort with something that takes up a lot of brain space I find I dream about it. And I have some pretty strange dreams to begin with so giving them a focus tends to not help. Last night was a case in point. Having worked on the compilation for the last 24 hours and thinking about it for the last week, I ended up dreaming about poetry last night. In the dream I was writing and working on the compilation but then I found myself looking up from writing to find myself in a high school classroom and I was giving a talk to these teens about poetry. Not so odd, really, I guess, except that I had the kids’ attention and they were listening. Definitely odd. I do remember waking up thinking “yeah, right, that’s gonna happen” and then I went back to sleep. And that’s when I had this sort of Alice in Wonderland dream sort of. I had shrunk to the size of a mouse and I was standing on my compilation folder. I had to go through each page of poetry and physically edit by ripping and taping and, well, it was a mess. I woke up and found myself trapped by blankets and Tornado and kittens and, let’s just say I was happy to discover it was time to get up. Have you ever had any dreams about something you were working on?
Well, I’m going to go grab some more tea and get some caffeine in these sluggish veins of mine so I can begin cleaning up for Jack’s birthday tomorrow. I’ll see you all on the dark side!