New Year, new…?

I’m not making resolutions.

Much like organizational systems, I find them dodgy: more the feeling that you’re doing something, which is, often, not the case. All the agendas, seminars, motivational materials on the planet cannot guarantee better work/use of time/personality.

Neither can the whole unholy host of resolutions people make for the coming year. Give up smoking? Fine. Lose 10 pounds? That’s debatable. Work on road rage?

…You get the picture.

What I do want to do, in 2012, is pretty straightforward, though.

When 2013 rolls around, I’d like to see Set List and MicroLandia in circulation; to bring local poets together for a Sunday reading affair; to find work; to get my quicksilver cat up-to-date on shots, neutering, what have you; to read at least five books a month; to cook more at home; and to pay back the kindness and generosity that I’ve received over the past year and a half.

Oh, I also look forward to laughing myself silly over all the Rapture rumors, especially when they fall through.

Tonight

At Planet Linux Caffe in the Gables. I’ve found myself more than a little frustrated (and down) from lack of work, the feeling of being uninspired as a writer, and from living so close to the edge.
I feel that I have to force myself to move, never mind write, transcribe, or feed my cat. The dryness has left me fatigued. Yet I know that dry periods, like fertile periods, are not forever, and that to make even a little effort is to take a step toward better things.
At home, I have decorations up. No room for a tree, but I will probably get some evergreen branches and arrange them. Not a family tradition–but after 20 years, it has become my tradition. How to keep my inquisitive cat from noshing on the greens–there’s a challenge!
I’ve just composed a couple of gogyokha in Spanish–part of my “corona” series. Considering whether or not to compile my micropoems and publish them in ‘zine form (“How–retro–of you.”)
Tomorrow night, Books & Books is hosting a presentation on Japanese cooking. Saturday, John Dufresne, Diana Abu-Jaber, and other authors will turn out for the anthology, Blue Christmas. It looks to be an interesting weekend.

Past the halfway point…

I’ve gotten about 19 poems transcribed for Set List. And I’m pleased–though a bit upset, too; I’ve been going at a slower pace the past couple of days. I’ve been debating whether to expand, but I think it best to concentrate on the poems I’ve already designated for this volume. If there is an “Encore,” it will happen after I’ve gotten all the work onto flash drive.

I’ve also–finally, finally–gotten an interview. It’s a seasonal position at Williams-Sonoma, but still…now I want to redouble my efforts at FYE, Anthoropologie, and elsewhere.
And speaking of the holiday season, let me confess: I am not looking forward to the hype, the frenzy, the overall push to produce the glossy, perfect, shiny-happy tableaux touted by Norman Rockwell, Frank Capra, and Martha Stewart. Oh, I do look forward to seeing the trees lit in and around Coral Gables (and it is lovely to see decorated houses on foot), watching A Christmas Carol and It’s A Wonderful Life, listening to Vince Guaraldi’s music…and I like the idea of a little DIY decorating–how to keep the cat out of evergreen arrangements, there’s a sticky one…!

I just don’t like the feeling of compulsory merriment, forced togetherness, and false jolliness. That’s all. And that dislike has gotten stronger over time.

Gentle readers, I ask: how do you get through the period between now and New Year’s? Please. Do tell. I’m curious.