Almost Midnight

This month’s Yeah Write poem was the haiku.

I don’t normally read or write much poetry, but I love haikus. I was so excited! I really wanted to write and submit a haiku. So, I have been working on one on and off all month.

Unfortunately, I forgot about it last night. We had a friend over for dinner. She comes over every week (usually on Wednesday, not Tuesday), so I was a little distracted. It happens.

But since I only get home a little before 7pm, I missed the deadline to submit this for the contest. By like a minute.

Really, it’s the minute that kills me. Especially since I was even home earlier that usual.

Oh, and because I finally finished the haiku. On Sunday.

It’s all good though. Because I worked hard on it, dammit! And I’m going to share it anyway!

Because I can.

(And besides, isn’t the point, really, that I wrote it?)

This haiku is inspired by a time, a while back, when I was working swing shift, and I was waiting for the Max (light rail) after work. I’d always wanted to write a haiku about that moment. Almost Midnight is the name of the poem.

Spring breeze sets paper

on the tracks, as the train nears.

A man plays his sax.

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Working My Way Out

Working My Way Out

I’ve been working my way out of a writing slump.

Lately, it has been difficult for me to find the energy and motivation to write or practice lettering, which has left me feeling stressed and overwhelmed. It is especially difficult not writing. I always feel a little off when I haven’t been writing enough.

Besides feeling like everyday life is seeming to take a lot more energy than usual, I recently applied for a pretty big promotion at work. I just had my second interview this past week and am waiting to hear back. Between applying for the position, preparing for the interviews, and now the anxiety of waiting to hear the decision, this has been taking up most of my mental energy and focus for the last couple of weeks, along with a few other things that have had me stressed out.

In my head I know better. I know that more emotionally off I’m feeling, whether angry, sad, anxious, or stressed, the more I should be writing. But that’s often when it’s the hardest to write.

I haven’t neglected writing entirely, but finding it difficult to focus, have been writing much less. The less I write, the less easily the words come out. The way I’m feeling reminds me of a fountain pen left too long without being used. The way the ink refuses flow through the nib, I’ve been struggling to form words. Last weekend I plotted some of a story I’ve been working on for several months, but the words only trickled out. I did not feel the catharsis I feel after a great writing session.

I keep trying, though, and slowly it’s getting better. I know that’s way out.To keep writing. And this is what I’ve been trying to do. Just the way the ink in a fountain pen writes flows more freely and writes more smoothly the more you write with it, I know the words will come more easily and more freely the more I write.

I’m learning to accept that there will be times like this where I find it hard to write. And sometimes things come up, and life truly can interfere, but going through periods like this doesn’t mean I’m a bad writer or am doom to be unsuccessful. I have to be willing to actively work through these times, finding ways to motivate myself and get the words flowing, which I am learning to do. I may never be able to avoid these times completely, but I do think that learning to work through blocks is a skill that be improved with practice and perseverance. I keep trying, and I do think my periods of total non-writing are shorter and fewer than historically. And continuous improvement is the best I can ask for.