So keeping the blog updated haven’t gone very well. But fortunately my writing classes mostly do. I’m learning lots and really enjoy the feeling of being free to write and read as much as I can. Some days though, like today, I have things I really should work on but my mind keeps me busy writing other things instead.
I’m a little late sharing this year’s Samhain writing prompts but after the fun of last year I thought it was a chance I couldn’t pass up. (For those interested, you can find last year’s prompts here).
So, without further ado, here are the 13 prompts for 2021, with the first prompt beginning tomorrow, 20th October, and the last prompt, Day 13, falling on November 1st:
If you do decide to join in, I hope you have lots and lots of fun. Write whatever you wish, as long as it is inspired by that day’s prompt. Here’s a little graphic / badge for anyone who wants it:
For last year’s challenge, I wrote a tanka in response to each prompt. For this year…I’m still undecided as to what I will write. We shall have to wait and see what tomorrow brings :-D
It’s been two weeks since I wrote a poem for the blog. Instead I’ve been busy writing mostly prose for my creative writing courses and reading and responding to other participants’ texts. I’ve also spent a weekend on the first mandatory group get together. Before getting on the train I had grand plans of what I was going to write for the blog in the evenings. That turned out to be utterly naive of me. When evenings came I was so tired I took long walks and then fell into bed without even having dinner.
Before this I had managed to build a routine writing poetry mostly in the weekday evenings and during the weekends. Now I have to build a new one reading and writing during the day, every day. Which has totally disrupted the old one. Right now I oscillate between being content I’ve kept every assignment deadline so far and feeling like a failure because I haven’t updated the blog. It will take some time to find a new equilibrium.
Getting emails about the student discount card, and applying for student grants. It’s finally starting to sink in. For the coming year I’ll be a student of creative writing. The idea still blows my mind. Who? Me! That cant be true… Except it is.
I sent out my applications and text samples and in the end got accepted too so many of them I had to choose which ones I thought suited me best. It’s felt unreal and mind-boggling. And my inner critics and saboteurs have made everything they can to try to discount the significance of what that means. But my passion for writing shines brighter then them, and I’ll be damned if I ever again let then scare me into not attempting something I want very much.
It will mean less time for participating in writing prompts and blogging. Although I can’t see myself quit writing poetry as often as possible. I’ll keep you updated on what’s going on, and when time allows share what I learn and write.
I’ve spent more time then I want to admit sorting through paper today. Old bills. Advertisements. Notes from school and daycare. Empty envelopes. Newspapers and magazines. Stacks of children’s drawings.
Once I start I can’t quit until every drawer and heaps on desks are reduced to a minimum.
After a while I started to think about what paper’s we leave behind. And for some reason found myself content that together with old tax returns and employment deals. I will leave a whole bunch of notebooks with poetry and stories. And some books that actually have my writing in print.
The last two years I’ve gotten the hang of writing flash fiction. Short short stories in no more then say 100 words. It has helped me let go of my propensity for long rambling sentences. It has made me realise which words really are essential for telling a story. But it hasn’t taught me how to write longer prose stories.
Today I’ve been struggling with the first writing exercise for my writing classes. Finding that my first few drafts is way too short. And right now I’m at a loss for how to make it longer without filling it with unnecessary rambling.
To become a good writer you have to be an avid reader they say. And I always thought to myself, well I got that down pat. Having read a small library’s worth.
What I haven’t realised is that I don’t know how to read whit an eye for how it’s done. Sure I’ve analysed books for an review or for writing litterateur paper’s at uni. And I might know why I think a book is no good. But I’ve never given why a book is really good any thought. I’ve just enjoyed them.
So now I have to learn how to read a book analysing how it’s done. Why it’s good, or bad. Picking its components apart to see how they work. That will be a learning experience even for such an avid reader as me.