The Motel 6 Fellowship

I read a poem this morning that inspired a blog idea. A group of writers who are all working crappy, hourly jobs without a lot to do but stand around and write things down in their notebooks could start one. They could publish things they had written at work on it. They could call it “The Motel 6 Fellowship.” That would be a great blog name.

Tim Peeler’s poem, “Checking Out XVIII” gave me the idea. Here’s how it starts:

I wrote a masters thesis in a motel room, weekend manager on duty, typewriter nights; I answered complaints about myself.

Between check ins I scribbled pieces of poems, made up stories about guests, and I was sending stuff out then, scrounging for stamps, checking the post office box.