#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Awake early after a very good night’s sleep. I needed to send a poem to workshop. But I’m also working on two new poems for the manuscript. Ideas. Some beginnings. Late poems for the manuscript. I sent a poem in to workshop that was perhaps the first one I wrote that gave me the sense of doing the manuscript. Then, a walk. Outside it’s wet and cold. I walked at the track and listened to a wonderful interview by the New York Times of George Saunders:

it’s becoming clear that writing and reading is a way of simply underscoring that human connection is important, that you can know my mind and I can know yours, which is a vastly consoling idea, and we need it.

I went to poetry workshop and my poem is working well. Afternoon of admin, preparing for this week’s groups. Wave home and the house is happy and noisier. We spent some time playing battles with pillows. For the first time I saw a shift: he was playing two characters talking to each other. He’s morphing our dinosaur battles into Minecraft which I don’t understand. But I follow the improvisational rule and just say “Yes, and. . .” and play along with whoever he is suggesting I be according to his own imaginative world.