So I wrote a massive post about my cat's passing; it included a poem. I haven't put that much time and energy into a post or poem in a long while, I think.
I was really proud of that whole thing. It was an utter bitch to write & revise, naturally; I cried through most of it. But I might actually consider putting some more work into it and submitting it somewhere.
One of the things I feel I left out was the proximity of death and how that affected me. As it is, the post is mostly a memorial for her life & chronicling of her death. Frankly I'm okay with that as far as my own personal needs went/go, but I do think it might have some additional usefulness worth considering.
(It's kind of a special case; with the death of a person there's all the two-way-ness of your relationship, the similarity to your own mortality, and missing/wondering what they'd say or do. With a pet, though, it really comes down to you, your decisions (sometimes), and the absence the animal leaves behind.... So, it's death, but a little simplified.)
Anyway, I've also started doing The Artist's Way with Parker; I'm still kind of leery/scared, but I'm growing more excited.
I think it could, at the very least, give me that sense of satisfaction and fulfillment as a writer I've always longed for.
I've also been fiddling about with some other things, mostly poetic fragments and other loosely assorted ideas. Something may be brewing; I'm hopeful, at least :)
