#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

"Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?"

- William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Slushy, messy February. Still and quiet. Weak ice under the melting snow. In the wetlands the brook running through the middle to the Charles is mostly frozen. I am feeling relaxed and unpressured; I have moved through a lot of creative work this week. I have a poem draft for Thursday workshop, and I am looking forward to the stimulation of working on poems. And, soon, I am there, via Zoom. The feedback for my poem is excellent; so helpful, I am grateful. Grateful that I sat down and wrote it, even though I felt like I didn’t know how to begin. I saw that I did find a way to begin it. And, if I hadn’t sat down to find out, if I had decided in my thoughts that I wouldn’t be able to write it, then it would not be alive and hopeful today. I have a few poems, tomorrow, awaiting revision, and I’m eager to dig in to them in the afternoon. I launched my monologue class in Wet.ink, and I’m excited to work with this cohort of writers on shaping monologues for the stage for six weeks.