I was born
with a wind-up winch
in the middle
of my spine.
It gets cranked and
’til I am tense
with the strain of it.
But instead of running or jumping,
I’ve been meaning to do a wrap-up of NaNo for this year, but I didn’t feel like it today. Here’s a poem I recently wrote instead. I hope everyone’s doing well.
This time a year ago, I had barely a hundred pages. Today, I reached 400. What a difference a year makes. Here’s to many more years writing and many more books.
Hi, everyone. I hope your Sunday is considerably brighter than the drab, grey day that mine is. Just wanted to, as the title suggests, update you on how NaNo is going and share a cool spoken word poem I found on youtube.
I’ve reached the point in NaNoWriMo that I am ready to do just about anything but write any more. For instance, yesterday I drew a rendition of the cover art of the Broadway production of Anastasia. It doesn’t help that I’ve been writing incredibly tricky scenes that have a great bearing on how the story plays out. I’ve been thinking about these scenes since I started thinking about this story a few years ago and it’s hard to get them right because they’ve been in my head for so long. It’s starting to get better, though, so I just need to keep pushing through. If you’re writing for NaNo or just writing in general, keep going! We can do it!
And now, here’s the poem. Have a great week, everyone.
Hello, everyone! First of all, before I say anything else today, I have two thank yous to say. The first is thank you to all the veterans of all branches of the military here in the US. The second is thank you to everyone who read and liked the different poems I posted throughout October. The October Poetry Project was great fun and I had a blast posting content on a more regular basis for you all. Let’s see if next year I can actually post something for every day of the month. Here’s hoping!
Anywho, today’s topic is something that most writers on the internet talk about at some point during November and that is NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. It feels odd to talk about it when we’re a third f the way through, but there we are. Last year was my first year participating and my goal was to write 60 pages of my novel. I failed, though I did produce a good amount of words. For full details on last year’s writing escapades, see here.
This year, I am also participating and also using it as an excuse to work on the same novel. Really original, I know. My goal this time around is to work on something story-related every day. I’ve been revising this book in earnest for about five months now and it’s been great but incredibly slow going, mostly thanks to a major plot restructure I had to do. You’d think that as a former English major I should know now that all good writing is rewriting but for some reason I forgot that and am painfully reminded of all the “why am I doing this” keyboard mashing I put myself through during school. There are times when I miss college, but when I’ve been trying to fix a scene and am exhausted, I thank God that I don’t have to worry about formatting a bibliography or checking to make sure my in-text citations are right. At least with this project, everything is in my head and it’s just a matter of getting it out the right way to tell the story. Which should sound easier, but it’s not.
So far, NaNo has been good to me. I’ve finished a huge chapter that I had been puzzling over for a few weeks, come up with some new scenes, and am continuing to flesh out my characters. I would have thought that, after a year and a half of writing these people’s stories, I would know them completely. But no. That year and a half was just an introduction, it seems. And I can’t wait to get to know them further.
Thanks, as always, for reading my ramblings. Are you participating in NaNo this year? If you are, what is your goal? Have a great day, dearies!
What better way to end this year’s poetry challenge than with a blackout poem on a day when the world embraces the shadowy side of things? Haooy Halloween, everyone!
How I hate thee
O fluorescent lights!
You burn my retinas by day
and haunt my dreams at night.
I know you exist to be suns
no matter how awful the weather
but if we need a manmade sun,
we surely can do better.
Since starting my first full time job in August, I have discovered the depths of my hatred for fluorescent lighting. So I decided to write a poem about it.
Your words are all
I have left of you.
I wish we had written
the stories and sonatas
we had dreamed of
so I would have more
of the person I knew so well.
There must be water
Somewhere, I say, digging through
Sand and sand and sand.
Acedia is a term for feeling spiritually dry, alone, and for finding prayer difficult. 2017 has been a year of acedia for me.
I got the notification yesterday that I’ve now received 200 likes on the various posts of this blog. Thank you all so much for reading!