Brain-limbering freewrites traveling to and from work.
- A Pale Blanket
Leaving early one day I caught the sunset in progress. By the time the train was almost over the harbour, the sky was this amazing buttery yellow, and I wish I could just fly right into the colour.
- Way Down in the Marrow
Music is a good way to combat the winter blahs. I hear certain songs and they shake me out of my fugue, even on a Monday morning.
Sometimes I feel like I'm looking to hard for something poetic and coming up empty-handed. Passing by the harbour twice every day brings fishing to mind. These exercises are an attempt to let go of that effort and just write insignificant things for the sake of writing.
- The Sun Slipped Away
Usually I leave work after dark, since it gets dark so early this time of year. The long hours of darkness tend to make me pretty weary, and I project that feeling on things around me.
- Bright and Empty
Earlier this month I began using the time during my morning commute to scribble down poetry into my PDA. It is very rough and more a writing exercise, but I hope it becomes fodder for something more.
Regular writing warmups, freewrites, and general practice.
- Exercise: Voice/ Point of View
A bit of writing practice, using an exercise recommended by Ursula Le Guin in Steering the Craft. The setting is a fictionalised version of my memories of Anacapa Island. Written a few days ago during my morning commute.
- I Don't Want to Write
Warming up those old muscles... why not write about my struggle to write?
- At the Horizon
Written after reading the first two essays in Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury. A freewrite exercise.
- Pattern Birds
Things I see walking home instead of taking the train.
- Faery Gold
I spend too much time in the train station, I think.
- Monk on the Train
A unique observation in Town Hall station.
- L'homme de l'hôtel de ville
A true storylet drawn from personal experience.
- The Discovery
A passing fancy. Flash Fiction.
No Place for a Moth
A poem dealing with themes on nature and freedom.
- No Place for a Moth (First Draft)
A simple little tale about setting a moth free.
The process of turning a strange dream into a poem.
- The Window
It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. Somehow it turned into a poem.
- The Window (Second Draft)
"The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. This is the second draft, where I hope to clear up some of the major weaknesses.
- Revision Notes
"The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. These are notes from an IM discussion on how to improve the poem.
- The Window (First Draft)
"The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. This is the first draft of the poem about that dream. It's pretty rough and will probably be very different when I've revised it a couple of times.
- Dream Elements
"The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. This is a rough description of the essential imagery in that dream.
Attempting to write a novel in a month.
- More on The Novel
Well, it's not NaNoWriMo anymore, so I need to come up with a title or something to call this. Hmm... Anyway.
- NaNoWriMo Progress Report
11 days into the project, and I'm still falling behind. But it's OK, because I'm still enjoying the experience.
- Still Behind on Word Count
Pondering problems with what next to write.
- Slow Start
A reflection of how I've been doing of the first couple of days.
- Inspiration Again
A quote from Shakespeare to keep in mind.
- T minus 75 minutes and counting...
Last few minutes of planning before the real work starts.
- Novel Attempt: Setting
Choosing a setting for my NaNoWriMo project.
Nameless main character is a fanfic junky.
Small globs of ideas forming about my novel.
- The Filthy Monkey, It Plans (many apologies to Warren Ellis)
Figuring out how I'm going to churn out 50,000 words and what those words will be about.
- Proof of Insanity
Steeling myself for NaNoWriMo