I'm off to work on writing and learning when I thought truly comes to a close. Still, a quarter has not just two sides if you look at the side ridges. Exploring a theme and anchoring an angle is the back work. Putting flesh on the bones is work for the Promethian bound. So what I am is stalling for time till I gather the patience to look over an old outline. A friend suggested I start with the notes I had gathered on the imagination, creativity, visioning, focus, and manifest. I might have a bit more to say at this point. The initial bright light went off in graduate school in the late 1990's. I hope I have not lost the nerve and meaning I had then. Than will all make sense when deciphering the notes. Ah,yes, I am sure I have more research to do at that. Still, it is the first spark that motivated me I hope not to lose. I may have to flesh out what I was going through then as well. It might help a strayed creative soul whether trained or untrained. A little discipline to both helps the machine produce more feats of fascination.
Write regularly I am told. Pursue it like I pursue visual arts. So, back to the high tower to lock myself in with my work. I really have a hard time gripping with the fact that I have my own world to tend to now. I'm thrilled but in a fog of disbelief and wonder to protect these shoulders, elbow, wrists, and fingertips. Must get back to selecting poetry for submission to publish. I have those I look up to, so I know there is no failing in trying. This I know I can not give up.
As ever, stay hungry and curious.