“Drafts” are the new “so?”
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/______-is-the-new-______/
[Please excuse me for choosing my own blog. Felt like something I needed to do today.]
*I have 57 drafts and only 38 (39 now, actually) “published” … things. So? What is a published thing anyway, for many of us, but a draft that has somehow tripped the system, slipped through our over-zealous, ultra-self-censoring, hyper-critical inner critic? Anyway, here’s one that slipped through.
38 published, 57 drafts, and my blog’s goal’s
“Due date” has gone by, so by, that I
No longer see clearly the [X] on the horizon. (That dot that was my goal.)
But I look often. Things I’ve seen:
A fallen tree, an empty house, a man walking, hands in pockets, and a
Windmill, still. Once, I saw a fox with a rabbit in its mouth!
That was my favorite.
Today, though, I don’t know. Can’t make it out.
But, oh!, I know it just moved … closer no less. Or was it me, toward it? (Ha! Noooo.)
I’ve been moving lots lately but not in that direction. I’ve been wishing lots too that it — my goal, that dot — would come to me, for me, at me,
Any way it wants, with or without rabbit. I’ll take it! But I know. I know. I’ve always known.
And I’m actually accepting the “failure,” for now, have taken my hands from the throat of she who failed. (I need her: me.)
And with that grip loosened, I see her becoming beauty-full again, feel laughter pushing up through her throat (words to follow?), eyes opening wide once more, synapses (many? most? all?) firing up, firing one another up,
Stretching out to meet, connect, grab hold, and go. Someplace new. Again and again!
So I’ll stop looking for that leaf that wasn’t loosed when fall came early this year, a guest of spring and now summer and soon to be master of the house.
The sun has said go ahead: stop. God, I’ve heard, likes (loves) me after all — no matter what I say or (don’t) do. I hear someone, many, saying, “rest.”
And yet: that dot, my goal. Can’t wash the (imagined) taste of rabbit from my mouth.
…
And yet, there was nothing here before and now:
38 published, 57 drafts, and me.
We’re still here. I have my crown.
Lourdes Mint's Mid-Life Miracle 
Hi Lourdes. Just published the poem I wrote to your quote. It’s kind of strong…Thanks for the quote! http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/08/17/science-and-politics-at-the-redneck-bar-quotation-challenge-5/
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“A fallen tree, an empty house, a man walking, hands in pockets, and a
Windmill, still. Once, I saw a fox with a rabbit in its mouth!That was my favorite.”
each one is a poem in itself, but the fox. Oh yes the fox. It is already in process. Don’t be so critical of yourself. Don’t doubt. It’s already all speeding toward you. All you have to do is catch it.
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Thank you, today and every time! You always know what to say. And I love that I think/feel you mean it too … and, better, that you might see and know things still fuzzy to me now. You know, the fox is out in the yard now, looking up at my window but only every now and then. It knows I can’t (or presumes I won’t) go chasing after it now, but one of these days that fox will look away and then look up again, after yawning or something, and I’ll be gone — out the door on speeding toward it! 🙂
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You can always chase it with your mind. It doesn’t get as spooked and you get to follow it for as far as you want to.
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I have been chasing it with my mind, but nothing beats getting your hands on it!!!
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Now what would you do with that fox if you literally caught it? Don’t think he would put up with petting!
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“I will name him George, and I will hug him and pet him and squeeze him …” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArNz8U7tgU4
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Ha! Hilarious. I had forgotten how much i loved looney tunes!!!
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Me too. That one (along w/ pretty much everything else I write/write about … :)) came out of the blue!
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Me, too. I never preplan anything. Most of the fun is seeing where something will lead.
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Yes and how many times do we hear, “write what you know”? I feel like I write to find out what I know (and don’t know), what I think, believe, etc., and I’m sometimes stunned at what I discover. Also, much of my writing outside the blog leans toward speculative or science fiction, which actually wouldn’t be my first choice if I really had one — it’s just where my imagination goes (and where my fox hangs out).
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I feel exactly the same way. I’ve expressed that in exactly the same words as you do! Only difference is that I don’t write Sci Fi. I don’t even do fiction that well. I do better just commenting on what has happened to me or what I see or feel.
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You know, I have a feeling we could talk for 16 hours straight, even w/ our Sci Fi “differences.” 😉 I really don’t understand where those tendencies come from, but I guess I’ll go with them. And I wouldn’t say that most of those (of my) writings are traditional Sci Fi anyway.
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I loved Firefly and Ray Bradbury, so I don’t discount the genre…also loved the first season of “Humans”
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Yes, somebody who know me well recommended Humans to me. And now someone else has. Thanks!
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