I’ve been avoiding this post for awhile, but when I sat down to journal about it today I realized I shouldn’t be.
The reason I’ve been avoiding this is because I thought I was going to be able to publish Morning soon. I’d already finished it, edited and was waiting to put the final touches on it when I decided to completely rewrite the entire chapbook. Mourning had been in the works for almost a year and I felt bad that I had delayed it longer.
Then after rewriting and letting it sit for a bit more I realized I wanted to rewrite it again. The meaning of the story, the meaning behind mourning was changing so much I decided to split it into two separate chapbooks.
So why should I be upset about this? I know by changing things I’m making Mourning better. Mourning does not have a place in my life right now, but it will again I’m sure. For now that part of the chapbook needs its rest.
What I’m working on now is called A Mad Woman’s Voice, and it only has about five of Mourning’s poems and seven new ones. It’s still in it’s baby stages but it’s so good. I can feel it. I really feel like I’ve been able to stay what I want/need to say. I will get this chapbook done eventually and I willpublish it. It’s going to take a bit longer but that’s ok. Poetry evolves. That’s just the way it is. Poetry is a living, growing art form and that’s ok.