Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Word-Count Wednesday

What am I working on?

I've had a busy week but I was able to work on my dramatic scene a bit and get some ideas down for a new poem.

How do I feel about the process?

I'd like to make more time in my day for writing.  I'm not writing every day now and I feel like I should.

Word Count: 384

What am I reading right now?

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.  Unlike most people, I was somehow never required to read this in high school and I'm a bit sorry I wasn't.  I think I would have related a great deal to Holden because we were both very angsty.  I'm also read Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf for a class.  This is beautifully written and I highly recommend it to women who love women.

Friday, March 31, 2017

A Humble Inquiry

I asked him, “Do you
Like your name?
He said, “No, because to me it means
Myself.”

He asked me, Do you
Think life’s a joke?”
I said, “Yes, but only if
You laugh.”

I asked him, “Do you 
Think the world is sad?”
He said, “No, not unless
You cry.”

He asked me, “Do you
Think that I am good?”
I said, “Yes, because 
You ask.”

I asked him, “Do you
Think that I am bad?”
He said, “No, not even if
You try.”

He asked me, “Do you
Like my name?
I said, “Yes, because to me it means
You.”

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Word-Count Wednesday

What am I working on?

I seem to have come to something of a stand-still on my epistolary novel/short story, June in Winter.  I have written two of the letters so far and may turn this in as my second narrative if it meets the word count requirements.  I may write more letters between now and then if I need a higher word count or if I feel otherwise inspired.  I feel like I have a solid beginning and some idea of how the story ends but I'm not really sure what happens in the middle.  I originally planned for this to be a short story but now I think it may be a bit beyond the scope of a short story; perhaps it is a novella.  In any case, I'm letting it rest for a while in hopes that it will take care of itself.  I've distracted myself by beginning a dramatic scene.  I don't know what it's called yet but it's a discussion between two sisters in their twenties (I think their names are Matilda and Frankie).  Frankie (the younger sister) has an undisclosed issue that makes her feel as though she will have difficulty finding a romantic partner who will love and accept her for the way she is, whatever that way may be.  I think this would make an interesting one-act as  I do not plan on revealing in this scene what Frankie's "issue" is and I like the idea of the audience projecting their own ideas onto Frankie.  I also think it could function in a larger play in which Frankie's issue is not a secret to the audience.

How do feel about the process?

I could be frustrated about June in Winter, but when I started to feel frustrated, I immediately walked away.  I hope this is not a cowardly writing habit.  I only felt like the story and I needed space.  So I feel okay about it.  I have a feeling the answers will come to me when I least expect them.  I am currently pretty excited about the dramatic scene.  Hopefully I can carry through this momentum to the end of the scene.

Word count: 400

What am I reading?

It has been a busy week and I don't think I've read much but I still need to continue Identical by Ellen Hopkins and  I really need finish up Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas because I've been borrowing it from Chloe K. for way too long!

Flash Fiction: Clairvoyant

She drew back the heavy, tasseled curtain in the back of the shop.  A small, closet-like room.  Two chairs.  A middle-aged woman with frizzy strawberry-blonde hair.
“Come. Sit.”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“We won’t need it.  I already know.”
“Know what?’ 
“Ask first.”
“A presence?”
“For the past two months.”
“Yes.”
“Inside you.”
“What?”
“A baby.”
“Oh God.”

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Word-Count Wednesday

What am I working on?

My romance story, June in Winter.  I also want to write more poetry.  Although I don't really know exactly how to start.

Word count: 29 (f*ck writers block!)

How do I feel about the process?

Writers block, writers block, writers block.

What am I reading right now?

Identical Ellen Hopkins.  I'm trying to finish it before our virtual classroom.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Word-Count Wednesday

What am I working on?

Well, I've been taking it easy after I jammed out my short story in about a week.  I'm trying to get back in the saddle with a poem I wrote today.  I don't really write poetry and I hardly have any idea how to do it, so please give me feedback!  I hope in the coming week to do more work on my story, June in Winter, which I've discussed earlier.  I also have a couple things to revise before turning them in in the final portfolio.  I know I have a lot of time before the final but I want to be revising throughout the semester so that it doesn't pile up.

Word count: 60

How do I feel about the process?

I was very proud of finishing my short story.  I've only written a small handful of short stories throughout my life and this is actually the first one that was an entirely original idea.  My first short story was written when I was probably about eight or nine years old.  It was a work of American Girl fan fiction (however, I was not familiar with the concept of "fan fiction" at the time so I just called it "my story").  It was probably about as good as you are imagining, but I felt a huge sense of accomplishment and believed myself to be a great artist.  All these years later, I feel the same sensation upon completing a short story.  I have received both praise and constructive criticism for the story and feel like I have a wealth of ideas to work with for the revision process.

What am I reading right now?

I've read through the "Toolbox" section of Stephen King's On Writing and I'm about a third of the way through Sarah J. Maas's Throne of Glass.  


Born Again

I have drunk from the eternal fount
That left my mouth dry
I broke the bread, I drank the cup
And yet, I starved
The Promised Land of milk and honey
A lonely desert
My soul will not be drowned in Jordan
Gasping for breath
If this is "found," I'd rather be lost
Now every morning, I am born again