Today I completed a second pass through Appearances. I'm getting a clearer idea of what remains to be done--without, that is, being entirely sure. This is the only single text I've written that's over a hundred pages long.
Dinner tonight is going to be a simple affair, cheap but good--chicken livers roasted with potatoes, carrots and onions, olive oil and tarragon.
One byproduct of working so long on Appearances is that I'm really getting anxious to think poetry again.
I was wrong in thinking that I could produce a first draft of Appearances in a year. It took over three. And my poetry took a backseat during that time. Which made for some anxiety (which I'm anxious to resolve).
I don't regret the Appearances project. It's a struggle I chose. And I chose it because I wanted to see if I could make a big piece out of my limited means. And that, in the course of editing, is exactly what I continue to try to see.
Damn, that roasting tarragon smells good.