When I was in the 6th grade I went out and bought R.E.M. Green. I played it once, probably only until "Stand" and then forgot about the tape. In the summer of my 9th grade year I found the tape stuck in the dark corners of my desk drawer, hidden behind a stack of Captain America and Iron Man comic books. For the next two months, I played that tape until it was stretched, strained and almost unlistenable. At 12, I was just not ready for R.E.M. but by 15, I had enough mileage to make R.E.M. important and special.
Time and maturation means so much to my writing. I have been thinking a lot lately about where I am with my writing currently and for the first time, I am not really thinking about where I "should be." I am where I need to be.
As I am currently rewriting a collection of poetry for publication, I am glad that I have really taken some time with this work. I think I have matured enough over the last year that I can put together a work that I will not be embarrassed by ten years from now. Yeah, it does help that there is an interest in my work from publishers, but more important than that is I am not forcing or rushing myself.
Shit, I'm growing up. . . Well at least artistically. . . I hope. . .
more later
today's soundtrack: lucero Tennessee; josh rouse under the cold blue stars; spoon kill the moonlight; the beatles rubber soul; tom waits real gone; dusty springfield dusty in memphis; booker t & the mg's the best of. . .
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