--Last week, I arrived to spin class after having spent time writing about Jesus and menopause. I thought about Jesus having a Fitbit. So much to say about the incarnation, so many ways to write a poem.
--I plan to revisit my collection of Jesus poems, along with my poems that write about feast days and their intersections with modern life. I plan to have a new collection ready to submit to the Two Sylvias Press Wilder Prize in the fall.
--Of course, there's the question about my old collection. I've been submitting it for years now, and I'm still convinced that it's a strong collection. I've had at least one editor give me encouragement along with rejection.
--I'm also thinking of how many books I might have published in my life. If it could only be one collection of poems, which would I want to leave as my legacy?
--Can't I have 2 collections? Is that so much to ask?
--And part of me thinks about how my vision has shrunk. Well, not my vision, but the realities of publishing--traditional publishing.
--Part of me also knows that the reality I see in front of me might not last. I might put a manuscript away, and in later years, there might be interest. Maybe it's time to move on.
--I've also resisted the idea of my new collection because it's so overtly religious. I've worried about all the readers I might not have because of that theme.
--And I know that my religious poems will be strange and perhaps offensive to people who like religious themes. What if I end up with no readers?
--I certainly won't have readers if I publish nothing. Maybe I should focus on the work itself, and not who will read it. I should create collections that delight me and trust that there will be communities that embrace that work.
--Let me go out for a vigorous spin class and ponder these things.
thinking too hard
4 years ago
No comments:
Post a Comment