Our new friend Adam (aka Friendster Adam) made me smile yesterday. I saw him in Kimpel Hall, as I often do, and we walked down the stairs together. I asked about his Masters thesis, he asked about my undergrad thesis. I told him I only had about 15 good poems leaving 35 to go. I've been really discouraged over this fact for quite some time. But Adam simply said, "It'll all come together in time. It always does." Sure it sounds like obvious advice but it's not. Not when dealing with poetry. It's not like a research paper that I do know always comes together in time. It's creative writing. One doesn't just throw together 35 poems the night before. So Adam, being a poet himself, made me feel really good. If he claims it'll get done, and he knows the process of poetry writing, then maybe it really will get done. Yay for Adam!
Meanwhile I finished a most incredible book last night. It's titled Love Sick by Sue William Silverman. It is an autobiography of a woman who was a sex addict. I know, I'd never thought that was a real addiction. But this book seriously impacted me. I found myself praying for her through the whole book. All the other characters, too. It broke my heart because I realized there are so many people in the world who struggle with this, for one reason or another. It was the sadest book with the most triumphant ending. I'm so proud of her. I don't know what else to say about it. It was a must-read for me, as I prepare to venture into the world of addiction when I move to Scotland and Wales. Drugs and alcohol aren't the only addictions I've come to understand. So is food, starvation, sex, anything that controls our lives and numbs our pain can be an addiction. Read about this book