About Robert Frost
Robert Frost, the influential American poet known for his rural settings, uncluttered language, and meditative themes, wrote the poems, "A Road Not Taken" and "Mending Walls," among many others. He was born in San Francisco in 1874 and moved to Massachusetts at age 11. He ran a farm for ten years, selling it to move to England and become a full-time poet. After achieving his goal, he moved back to New Hampshire. His ambition was to write "a few poems it will be hard to get rid of." He died in 1963.
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I'm in a conundrum today, trying to decipher (and put into action) my best course of action for a number of interesting but highly annoying circumstances that have literally invaded my otherwise pleasant every-day existence. No matter which option I ultimately choose I will need a good deal of courage to carry it out - because every one of them involves entering unknown territory!
Today's categories include:
My Writing:
Articles, feature articles, and essays: I need to refrain from editorializing, just now. See, my attitude is tainted by my mood, rather than by well thought-out opinions. So many things are jumbled up in my personal life - not all in a bad way, mind you, but in ways that require time and attention - causing sleep-deprivation and stress.
The Novel: Things couldn't be better just now I've had a major breakthrough in understanding how to manage a plot point that's been giving me fits for a long time; how to write it effectively and integrate it into the story seamlessly. This is huge for me as it's been a hindrance to the book's completion.
My relationships with several other authors, some of whom I love, adore, and admire; and some of whom I don't even like, need changing and revising. Categorizing, if you will. Ugh! Additionally, one of the writers' websites I frequent seems to be going through something. Not in any of my groups, but the overall site is suddenly developing a sort of undertow... I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can say, most emphatically, I don't like it.
My Family:
Who is this smart-mouthed, teenage, know-it-all? And how long is she planning to stay? I'm just asking.
My own adolescence revisited?
Okay, I admit it. I have a crush on someone. It's been a long time, and I'd forgotten how much fun it is... Do I tell myself I'm acting like a schoolgirl and being ridiculous, or do I enjoy the ride and flirt my middle-aged heart out?
Always end on an up-note, right?
Later,
Carol
