Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to write either an optimistic or a pessimistic poem. Not sure I’m really feeling either of those right now. I’m more than a little focused on my plans for this summer … when all the family tree discoveries of the last two weeks don’t crowd out everything else and take over my brain.
I’m excited about the work on Adventures, and am really looking forward to getting out the Berkeley for VONA. At the same time, I’m also feeling disconnected from the rest of my writing. The last few days of being home and trying to make some real progress on working out what my class submission for June will be made me miss fiction writing — not the flash fiction I’ve been so focused on the last several months but the longer stories that I spend months and months finding my way through. I haven’t written a story in just about forever, and that makes me sad. I love the short-shorts. They please me enormously. But they aren’t the same. Of course not. I was all set to start a short-fiction blog — push myself to write one of those stories every morning — but I’ve tabled that idea for the moment. I need to settle myself first.
It comes back to time, to making more time for my writing, comes back to not trying to squeeze in all my ideas into the handful of minutes before I need to fall asleep each night. For a brief moment I was getting up early every morning to write. And that was great, but I couldn’t sustain it. My exhaustion level was so high, I barely knew my own name by the time I stopped. It’s not a way to function. So I need to figure some stuff out, find a way to give myself the writing time I’m craving.
never sits still,
gives me a minute.
We still disagree,
out common ground.
Time to save my soul.
Playing again with breaks, trying to stretch the Arun to see what it can be and do.
Yesterday, Alejna taggged me in a writing process meme that’s running around — it showed up on my FB feed in the status of another writer friend. I like that we’re all thinking about our writing processes just now. Very fitting with my writing practice contemplation. My post for the meme will go up next week Monday if you’re curious. And I’ll be tagging a couple of folks to post the week after.
Please consider donating to my indiegogo campaign to support my participation in the VONA Voices graphic novel workshop this summer. “Support” can be as simple and cost-free as sending the Indiegogo link out to your friends and telling them why they might want to help me get to VONA. Any and all help is appreciated. In the first week, I’ve received almost 40% of my goal amount! I am encouraged and humbled by everyone’s generosity. Thank you all!
I even made a video for the campaign!
It’s Slice of Life Tuesday! Check out all of today’s slices over at Two Writing Teachers!
An Arun is a 15-line poem with the syllable count 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. It may be a new thing in the world, made up by me last year. “Arun” means “five” in Yoruba.