The Journal of Meredith C Hartwell hm... think I'll use this thing.
01/15/2004 09:53 a.m.
I've been doing a lot of driving lately. I've found that driving has three effects on my writing:
First, every inspiration has something to do with movement and wheels and how much I hate being in cars, while my poetry prefers to be stills and snapshots.
Second, driving seems to numb my brain more than most activities. I get angry with other drivers, and I can't clear my mind anymore. I've written some of my better work while walking, and the car has taken that away. I'm lazy.
Third, on the rare occasions that I actually get an idea, I have no way of writing it down until I get where I'm going. My commute is about an hour, and my ideas fade too quickly.
I love winter, but I want it to be warm again.
I have a poem, but I want to look at it with morning eyes before I post it. I am currently Tired
I am listening to "Whisper from the Mirror" ~Keiko Matsui
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