FuzzyTummyRumblings

I don't write much poetry anymore. I think it's because poetry is best when in the throes of some emotional extreme. I don't have too many of them. I'm totally happy. I'm not giddy but I'm happy. All the time. I wake up next to the most beautiful woman on the planet, I go to a job that is tolerable, I get to cheer, stunt, and coach. I teach kids to drive, I get to grill out. I play around with computers and I get to read a lot. I am in the best, strongest, most fulfilling relationship I've ever experienced and I am constantly reminded of just how good I have it. That doesn't do much for the whole poetry-writing urge. I don't feel the urge to write poetry. I don't know. There was a time when poetry was my lifeblood and without it flowing, I'd have died. Now- my life is flowing with Carley. I miss poetry but everything I've tried to write lately has been terrible and contrived because it hasn't been "inspired." I just sit down and write because I feel like I'm supposed to. That is NOT conducive to good work. Look at my job here at my Company. If I was driven or inspired, I'd be the Accounts Receivable Credit Rep EVER. you know I would. But since I couldn't give a short fart about it (seriously) I'm just another rat in the maze. The only time I stand out here is when I wear my orange shirt. Which I am today. That's about it.
Anyway. That's why the "finished work" section has been stagnant. I am working on my book... I may put a chapter or two out there for you to read by the end of summer. Maybe.