got word from my "inside source" at the job to which i have applied and interviewed that things are going very well for me, but that she can't say any more than that. they are very slow, apparently, in making their decision, but things are going well. i hope they make up their mind soon.
and, as a fantastic birthday gift, one of my employees gave me his two-week notice. great! i spoke to the HR guy again today, and he said things are progressing fast in light of this news. i will be getting replacement help faster than i can think. things are going to change. we'll see what happens with this job and the changes, and with the offer i am expecting to get. of course, i'll keep you posted.
so, it's my birthday today. 32, i am. it's not traumatic or anything, i'm only one day closer to death which makes today no different than any other day. but, thank you to those you've wished me a happy birthday. the fact that it's friday certain helps towards that end. we might be going to dinner tonight. might not. it's boiling outside (it's not literally 212 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but it sure feels like it), so the prospect of venturing outside isn't very appealing. we'll see.
and, in celebration of my birthday, here's a birthday poem i wrote some time ago (last year, i think):
happy birthday to me
you turn 35
and there's nobody
waiting at home
to wish you
a happy birthday
you slide a
frozen pizza
into the oven and
take a warm shower
she left two
months ago
and took everything
with her
the house
the car
the furniture
the money
the kids
and your
life
this might be as good a time as any to mention how poetry goes. the above poem is obviously not true. 1) i'm not 35. 2) i'm still married to my first wife (she doesn't like it when i call her my first wife, but it is true). and 3) i have no kids or money or, for that matter, much of a life. however, i got the idea, developed it in my head, wrote it down, edited it and changed a few things. in order for this poem to work i felt "i" needed to be middle-aged. i felt i needed to have kids, be somewhat successful (monetarily-speaking), and then now have nothing. i think it works, but you be the judge.
so, that's the short and dirty of how a poem works. or, at least how it works for me. i get an idea, develop it, write it, edit it and POOF! there's your poem.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday one more time....It's sad to me that you have to say that poem isn't about you. Don't people know about fiction! :) But I know why you felt you had to say it. It's a very good poem, too!
thanks for the kind comments, guys. :)
Kat, i didn't talk about "how" i wrote the poem for any specific reason, i just thought it might be neat for the non-writers out there (if there are any) to know how the process works. i have had people ask me numerous times why i made things up, or "lied" in my poems. maybe my little explanation could satisfy some of those inquiries.
Chris: no, this one is not in the new book. now that i think about it, it would've made a great addition. speaking of the book, i got word from Bill that he is binding the books today and will be shipping out the pre-orders very very soon. :)
thank you to all of you who've purchased a copy already. i hope you aren't disappointed. and, as always, any and all comments and/or criticism (good or bad) is appreciated.
cool. Glenn's book is amazing. you'll love it.
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