I have one workable day before I have to send my third packet off to my MFA Adviser. This day is a heavy research day.
Here’s the to-do list:
2. Hang a bin-ful of wet laundry from the line.
3. Repeat step 2, thinking about a loss I’ve suffered. This part, I know, will bend my mind in places it hasn’t bent before. Also, the crickets will haunt me long after I’ve come inside.
4. Sip whiskey from a bottle I wouldn’t normally touch. Blech. I will take note of the burn that I can anticipate, but most importantly, make note of the what I don’t anticipate.
5. Smoke a cigarette, alone, that I’ve bummed off my mother. I will struggle to light it with a match, cupping it the way I’ve always seen people do, but I bet it will be harder than it looks. It will take more than one try. I will feel uncool, but I will probably feel many other things I wasn’t expecting.
I’m excited to see how these projects impact the piece I’m writing. It’s not a thing I’ve thought to do before, but I think it will improve the “physicality,” the presence of my writing.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
My next field trip: to the abandoned cemetery in Brockport. Just in time for Halloween.