I want to write
I want to stretch my fingers
And let em go
Typing typing typing away
Lost in adventures
Lost in the scenes
Pushing pushing through the pain
Eyes closed eyes squinted
Pushing and typing
Hoping that finally a stiff book baby
Will exist in my hands
Why am I here
The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens
Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.
To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.
But we write alone
So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.
We hash out ideas
We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this
The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.
Maybe that’s why I’m there
To try and figure out what to do next.
There is a reason why you’re here
It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you
It would be silent
A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed
It would lack the chaos of us
Trees would fall into oblivion
I would fall into oblivion.
there’d be no us
there’d be no poetry
You are the poetry
We all do this writing thing different
That doesn’t matter
It’s not about how or when you write
it’s about doing it
it’s about continuing to do it
even when doing it no longer makes sense
There’s a silent commitment
between you and the words
and an image of you writing
And that’s it
You are a poet not only because of the vision you have and the dreams you seek but because you write them down.
(Yes a pink book.)
I have a Tumblr account and I really like the the way it looks. I really like the Tumblr platform I just can’t really get into the community. So if anyone is on there looking for some connections I’d love to connect. 🙂
I have decided to try out CampNanoWrimo. I lowered my word count to 10,000 words and I’m thinking that was a fabulous idea since I’m kinda lost where I am with editing my poems, screenplay, and whatever else I finally finished over the last year. Editing is no joke. I see now why they call it divine. Feels like it’s going to take a miracle to get through it all. Right now I’m just hanging around trying to figure out what I’m doing. So please bare with me on my erratic posting. Alas, I’ve joined a writing group at the public library which will hold me accountable so don’t worry. I’m going to figure this all out!
My brother sent me this video and it was a great start to my morning. It’s about unreasonably reaching goals. Figured I’d pass it along since I really enjoyed it.
Love how he ends it.
I’ve started compiling a list of Famous Writers from New England!
Still working on the list. But this is what I have so far. I’m proud to be from New England and live where so many great writers have lived. Thought I’d make page to show off my home.