So, I’ve dropped off the blogosphere for a while, and I’m by no means back full tilt, but I am doing some more writing and trying to keep this page updated a bit more. My newest edition is a story I started November 2011 for NaNoWriMo. This year, even though I had the whole month, I didn’t make it to the 50,000 words. I tried reading the story to my students to keep myself motivated, but that didn’t work either. So, here I am, Almost 6 months later, finally taking another crack at it since my students have been begging me to finish it. Can’t leave them hanging forever.
So while NaNo gets my juices flowing, I am learning a bit more about myself, my writing style and habits, and remembering how much I do enjoy putting the words down. Especially when they start writing themselves. I have gotten a little bogged down in the humdrum beat of daily living and forgotten to savor the delicacy that is written language. I am discovering that I really do need to write a rough draft and not be a perfectionist the whole time. I can get the ideas out, appease my students’ appetites, then go back and add the depth that I want. This one is destined to be a book. This is a story that has been writing itself for years. I have been feeling a distinct lack of creative flow as of late, yearning for the times when poetry sprang from my fingertips almost constantly. I haven’t written a real poem in years. Yet many of the poems I wrote long ago, from 6th grade, to Junior High, to refrigerator magnets, to college poetry class, are finding a voice in my story. I find myself wondering what will happen next and where this story, this art, will take me. Come along on the journey with me. You might just learn something.