#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning impression: Charles River

Another lovely morning to wake into. I hope to get a new poem today, and start. Seems like writing isn’t going to come easily today; I feel that from the start. I go out to the river, the heron & I startle each other. On the brook there’s not one, not two, but four Mister mallards slowly & serenely paddling. I have a nice talk with a new client while I'm out. Then I swim, then I write. I am trying to wake the dead. It puts me in a bad mood. Mostly, I think, because this is a hard thing to do. Maybe impossible. Frank interrupts me and I do my best not to snap. I’m in a snapping mood to get a poem. Finally, I get a bit of something that starts to flow a little bit. It’s something I can work with. And I go out with my youngest to the mall where we have an errand to do for a shower tomorrow. And I can’t get out of my head. I try not to be irritable. We meet friends and play pickle, which is really fun but I can’t stop feeling irritable and preoccupied. So be it. We have a nice relaxing dinner with each other. Tomorrow, Wave home, early. That will be a nice start to the day.