Writing
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Compost
Yes, indeed, writing takes practice. And practice is often tiresome. Even boring. Practice makes . . . more practice. Morning pages after morning pages. Day after day. Practice provides tons of material for That Inner Critic: "That all too familiar voice inside us that wants to shut the whole party down. Don’t do it!… Continue reading
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How Not to Write a Poem
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js This is in response to a Brave Blogging prompt, to write a poem in less than ten minutes. The first draft was done in less than ten minutes, but there was some considerable revision. Another prompt was to write a "how to" piece, which, of course, elicited my contrary self. I ended… Continue reading
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What I’m Afraid to Write About (Brave Blogging)
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js “There's no point going in the water if I'm not going to swim,” I say, firmly, in a dream This was a few days after I began the Brave Blogging class. Swimming has long been a metaphor for me about diving down, going deep with my writing. It seems that, even asleep,… Continue reading
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A Few Notes on “The Visitor”
Usually, when I write a poem, even when I don’t know what it’s “about” (which is often) I recognize that it emerged from some seed in my own memory or imagination. The Visitor (previous post) is not like that. The voice, the house, the room, the ornaments – none of it seems to be mine. It… Continue reading
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My Journal
I am writing again, and doing several projects; too many, probably. Online, I'm doing The Documented Life Project and Tangie Baxter's Art Journal Caravan and Symbology Project. I'm behind in all of these. In real life I'm taking two poetry classes through the through the MOLLI Program at the University of Montana. I missed the first two sessions of both, made the next… Continue reading
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