Kimberly L. Wright

As we approach the finish line of this election year, I’m starting to see more Harris-Walz signs along the highway in this Republican-leaning area. Maybe it means something. We’re all looking for signs of hope as the polls have been less than accurate for the past few elections.

I haven’t been doing what I intended with this blog, as I have been stressed, on and off, by writing an essay and other less fun life stuff. But in that time I’ve read Proletarians of the North and have ordered a Susan Sontag book. I wrote yet another laundromat poem. I re-upped my membership to the Atlanta Writers Club for that part of me that wants to write prose.

I also got a somewhat rare opportunity to read my verse live and in the flesh in Atlanta at Southern Feedstore among other excellent poets, thanks to Melodically Challenged. I wish I could have stayed for the entire event, but an early morning and a long drive home made it impossible.

What concerns me is that I’ve fallen into bad habits by writing quick little stories on the web. It’s hard for me to write long and lush. Maybe I’ve never been good at writing. I could have been delusional all these years. I guess it’s a harmless delusion to have.

I’m also on the verge of burying a family hatchet, which is causing me some anguish as well. It’s something that wasn’t even my fault, so holding a grudge and then burying the hatchet is well within my right. I think I’ll make the call tonight. Hopefully I won’t regret it.