A useful comment I received.
I like to keep you up to date about my location, mostly for the laughs.
So I went to town and checked out the signal, but I didn’t change my routine of: walking 15 minutes in the afternoon sun with my laptop, sweat running down my body, riding the bus for half an hour and then setting up shop in the internet café in Tehuixtla with its year round mosquito infestation and teenagers playing video war-games and 80’s power pop in the not distant enough back ground.
Within a week of the school’s connection, kids (and some parents!) stormed and trashed the school even thought they could get signal outside of the school’s walls, and the teachers kicked everybody of the signal.
But recently the teachers had a change of heart and reopened usage for the community with the stipulation there will be no more breaking and entering. And so, I have a new office. With a chair!
How far would you go to stay online?
I am coming up on the second anniversary of writing VSVEVG. It’s prompted me to consider why I started this blog and why I continue to write it. The explanation on my about page is accurate but it doesn’t tell the whole story.
I am a writer and I write this blog to get my words to people. I decided to write about my life because it’s a little out of the ordinary ,and I figured the last thing we needed was another blog about writing. But I do read a lot of blogs about writing.
Writers often write about how hard the artist’s life is. The trials of solitude, the sacrifices that must be made to maintain a consistent practice, the self-doubt…there’s a big list. Certainly I won’t disagree it’s hard to write well, and I am well familiar with the isolation and the insecurities inherent, and I believe necessary for an artist’s life.
But when I read about how difficult the artist’s path is I think of the time in my life I was constantly anxious because I hadn’t yet connected to my true self, the one who sits down every day and grapples with ideas and beliefs and tries to share them with the world through words. This person. The one willing to live without comforts to have the time to step into that flow– that contest every day.
The truth is, if you are a person who lives with this burning, inescapable quest in your gut (Confucius believed the mind resided in the belly) then you are one of the lucky ones. Because we know our purpose and that it has meaning– like we know the lines of our own face. This is a gift in a world of triviality and distraction, regardless of the hardships.
VSVEVG has rewarded me greatly. I am a far better writer from meeting its demands. I’ve made friends I’ll have for a lifetime, gained patrons, received support from strangers I may never hear from again. It’s miraculous to me, really.
I’m not sure what direction VSVEVG will take in its third year. There will still be poetry, stories of La Tigra, Felipe updates, recitation and the recipes I’ve promised, but perhaps with a new bent. I’m still mulling it over. What do I know is, I’ll be here, tapping out my truth, grateful to you for reading, commenting, liking and sharing.
Happy anniversary VSVEVG. Many thanks to WordPress for making it all possible.
I live in Mexico, and have been visiting the states for about a month. I return home tomorrow and as always I feel it is just in the nick of time. I will not have internet service when I return and so will not be able to post poems daily, though I will continue to write daily and post them here as soon as I make it back to civilization.
I am really enjoying this challenge and a part of that is due to your support through your likes and comments. For those of you who have just followed vsvevg I do my best to post once a week and I will continue with that schedule throughout the next six months. Many thanks to all for reading, paz, Abby
A poem from the archives.
The Density of Things
when there is nothing
to do is when you feel it most
when there is no prize
to drive you
then you know
life how it presses
with all it’s sound
no weather can save you
since mother spit you out
and gave you the loaf
cradled in your arms
hefted over one shoulder
shifted, from one arm
to the other
Chicago Il. April 10th 2013 Napowrimo day 10
© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer