Brain in a Fog, Guess I'll Write Poetry
Mar. 26th, 2014 09:38 amThis is what happens when I get tired and my brain shuts down. I end up writing poetry instead of fiction or research or anything useful or productive. At least something happened, but I feel woefully remiss towards certain people who were hoping for some cheering material soon, who are also not fond of poetry.
I’m very sorry
I hope you’ll forgive
The muse slipped out
O’ my ‘mind like a sieve’
March 24, 2014
So it started with this story that had played in my head overnight, but it was too long and complex to justify writing, so in the morning when it started coalescing into a poem on me, I memorized the lines and stanzas in my head and at work, I wrangled them into something I liked. All 136 lines of it.
I sent it to lithiumlaughter who likes poetry and she blessed me with an amazing review that inspired poem #2: "Tale of Domestic Life in a Series of Coffee Cups."
Did some research for thecatisacritic before brain stopped cooperating again.
Word Counts:
- Fiction: 0 words
- Poetry: 155 lines | 905 words
- Blog: 90 words
March 25, 2014
The idea of a poetry collection for Kingdoms and Thorn pestered me and then another poem did. I wrote it down and loved it.
I peeked inside the books of Billy Collins and got a little more inspired. There went four more small poems.
Did more research and chatting with thecatisacritic.
Tried two more poems with less than great success. I wrote "The Cup" and promptly deleted most of it. "Daughter" started out better—twice—before I gave up on it.
This evening, the mass market edition of Dowse and Bleed arrived. It's stunning and full of little fixes I need to make, but it is stunning. I love it.
Word Counts:
- Fiction: 0 words
- Poetry: 281 lines | 538 words
- Blog: 72 words
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