When you have writers block, lower your standards

And with these words, the poetry/prose/musical reading commenced tonight in Asheville complete with a group singing of "Let the Circle be Unbroken." And yes, mom, I sang. Holy Jesus, I sang in the tone deaf way I don't even think you could love.

Heard some spoken word and I will maintain the fact that I'm not really a spoken word fan. Or maybe it's the ragamuffin type who usually do spoken word- tonight's presenter was not wearing shoes- and it was all I could think about. Isn't he scared of getting hook worm? Stepping on a nail? Stepping to bird feces? I couldn't concentrate on his rhythmic rant.

But after the spoken word I heard a hilarious non-fiction piece about a pit bull and a bag of pot, some poetry on text messages, mandolin music, and a really great fiction piece on a lonely Polish school teacher. And all of it made me want to write again. Since I haven't been writing. This blog hardly counts as I blatantly disregard grammar and direction and any semblance of theme.

So maybe I will write something. I'm feeling inspired by Appalachia. Although, unfortunately, thethree themes in Appalachian story telling are murder, alcoholism, and abuse.

Someone get me a beer!