After writing the blog entry Writing Day. I glanced back at the clock again, guess what? It is still 3:00pm. I pick up my phone and read 2:39pm. No wonder time passed so quickly.
Very often I completely lose time, especially on writing days. The pressure of not wasting time, being productive. The move from writing to reading then back to writing again. Yesterday, three submissions, only 14 poems, took a good part of the day. Funny that two rejection emails arrived yesterday as well. Ten poems returned, fourteen out.
And now I catch my breath. No longer in a rush, I have the gift of extra time. Time I thought I had already spent. Bonus time. Now I have options: write more, read the new book on my desk: Bird Light by Elizabeth Cohen with art work by Aliki Barnstone. The cover pulls me in, birds in flight. Last week I finished When Women Were Birds: Fifty Four Variations on Voice by Terry Tempest Williams. And was reminded of Kay Gardner and the singing circle she begin in Maine, Women with Wings. That led me to listen again and sing, A River of Birds. Theres a river of birds in migration, a nation of women with wings…
Now it really is 3:00pm. And my writing day nearly over. I pick up Bird Light and begin reading.