Thoughts are all over the place right now, embracing technology and couped up in this house while hurricane/tropical storm Sandy brushes with New York and I sit here with my laptop. I took my glasses off. I’ve been writing more, writing my way out of boredom and enjoying creative initiatives of my youth. My music is on. I’m thinking of what I’ll do when I get out of this rut (the subway system is shut down and I can’t go to work.)
I’ve been talking to an old friend lately, feeling the softness of nostalgia yet the hardness of thoughts on the reasons we parted ways. People move on past things, enjoy new opportunities and grow. I’m actually enjoying this hurricane thing. I’m used to them, but the way New Yorkers deal with them is much different, of course. When I return to work, I of course won’t really have as much time to do things like this, but I’ll manage.
The more I talk to people, the new ones and even people I know well, I get ideas through conversation. People are inspiring and conversation topics spark interest and thought and I convert it to paper. I don’t know how I do it, but to put it simply, it’s a matter of influence. I’m working on the book still, a collection of short fiction, vignettes, and maybe some poetry. I’ve said repeatedly how much I despise my own poetry, but lately I’ve felt like it’s been coming along. I guess I have Jean Toomer and Cane to thank for that. His prose poetry and the way he collected all of that writing was beautiful and a profound influence on my writing. It gave me a sense of freedom from structure and how things are classified in literature. That thing is labeled a novel but it’s far from what traditional novels look like. Read it and see what I mean.