Back in the grind

Back in the grind

Being back in Austin for under a month or something, it’s like I’ve been flying through some space conduit of interlocking labyrinth where there is no up, no down, no sideways, nothing that can orient you into at least having some sort of understanding of where you stand. Basically, I’m all over the place. Having to work for a living has definitely hurt my writing schedule. The first couple of weeks I was back, I concentrated on a writing assignment for the Austin Chronicle. This was really exciting for me. It took all my writing energy, and though I also did a lot of work on my new collection of poems, this blog suffered. Writing is a lot of work, if you want it to be any good, if you want the words to make some kind of narrative sense. And let say this, when I first arrived back, I wrote a list of everything that I needed and in what order I needed them—everything that requires money, which is mostly everything—like my truck tuned up, buying some newer clothes, especially shoes, and I haven’t done a single thing on my list. Turns out every dollar I’ve made so far has gone toward food and a roof over my head. This is one of the main reasons I left! This constant conundrum of either having no money and being forced to beg and be a performance-entertainment monkey, but plenty of time on your hands; or having no time at all, and still barely enough money to survive, but a clean bed to sleep in and toilet to shit in....