Saturday, October 04, 2008

Some Posts Are Really Just Space Fillers

Here are the random things I do with my online time: 1) I play too much PackRat. I am only six kittens and one little girl away from finishing Best in Show (or one trophy and one tiger away, depending on how you look at things). 2) I am preparing for nanowrimo. By preparing I mean I officially signed up. By officially signed up I mean literally that’s all I’m doing. I have not posted on the boards or sent any nanomail. 3) I am working on part two of my chapbook cycle: To the Virgin: Adoration. I am meeting with my artist next week to discuss illustrations. Some cover art should be available soon. 4) I read and critique pieces on zoetrope every morning. Poetry and flash fiction so far although I do plan on moving into other areas soon. 5) I find ways to spend money I do not have. For instance, I cannot find an English translation of anything by Frans Eemil Sillanpää but if I did I would want to buy whatever I could find because he is the only Finnish author to win the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature. And Angel, all five seasons, is very high on my must have list. 6) I do yoga. 7) I find videos on youtube.

When I am not online, I fill my time by reading books and I am trying to hustle through as many as possible before nanowrimo begins. And I cook food that nobody else will eat. Like tonight's pork loin with red potatoes and baby carrots in an onion glaze. I will serve this with a lovely side salad. Too bad we don't have any wine. Nothing for dessert unless it's fresh fruit. I have a rather strange idea for nanowrimo this year—an erotic fantasy that has a lot of kinkiness and a dose of mythology. But knowing me, I’ll dump this idea for another soon enough. In the meantime, I am making notes and keeping my mind open for new ideas. I am considering giving up some of my old discarded nano ideas from years past and posting them in the adopt-a-plot thread. So far, however, I’ve pretty much avoided the forums and I pretty much would like to keep it that way. And when I am not doing the above, I nap. Or try to nap. Once a day. It depends on how well the dogs will cooperate.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

More Writing News

Today I managed to finish roughing out the writing class I've been trying to create. I conceived it to be a four week course but I have a feeling that it is so content heavy that it is at least six, possibly eight, weeks long. I'll know soon enough. I have invited a few friends to take the course for free to get some feedback on the exercises, the lesson outline, the content, etc. Also, the first bit of chapbook feedback included such lovely words as:
  • Total right track
  • Love the voice
  • excellent moments
  • congratulations on a beautiful and successful draft
  • I'm excited for the rest!
Oh crap! This means I have to write "the rest." I'm still waiting on responses from some of the other people who signed on to read the rough draft. But I've already passed along the rough draft to my illustrator with whom I'll be meeting next week. (And I confess, I already have thirty three pieces in queue, ready to be included in the second volume.) So yes, this means that this week I finished two rough drafts for some major projects. Quite a remarkable feat. Mostly the result of my avoiding other things--like life, relationships, reality, and the other things out there in the big nasty world like the local gas crisis and the national economy and the depletion of natural resources. In the meantime, here's a piece from the second volume of the chapbook collection, To the Virgin: Adoration. I doubt this one will make it through the final draft.
Last night you asked me to hurt you just a little while I tried to make love to you. I didn’t know what to do this was something too new. but you asked so I obliged pulled your hair, slapped your ass, pinched your nipples so hard I saw you fight back the tears. I hurt you more than I intended but you never told me to stop. Instead, you thanked me when we were done wrapped your arms around me and said I love you. That was the first time You said those things to me.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

In Celebration of Chapbooks

In honor of the fact that I finally completed the chapbook (To the Virgin: Manifestation), I should share a piece of my own poetry or something but I am so tired of my own voice/words that I would rather share this amazing piece by Kelly Madigan Erlandson

After the Test Said Yes Stopped at the crossroad on 14th street, ice clean as an apple slice under my wheels, I am waiting for my turn and I don’t know yet about looking back which is why I cannot describe the color or make of what hit me, moving too fast to brake on the black, and my blue Volkswagen shoots out into oncoming lanes and once there begins to spin— and that is where time slow, like they always say, forming an opening in the day that was already thick with news. The man comes to the car window, wants to know if I’m okay, and I tell him I’m pregnant, that I just found out this morning, and he looks like he will faint, and I open the door and step out into the street, and this, I believe, is the story of conception; how my daughter used momentum and ice and velocity and impact to pierce the atmosphere and enter the world.

And now it is a waiting game. There are a few people looking at the rough draft, possibly ripping it to shreds. I shared five of the pieces with a family member after workshopping three of them. The family member said that my poetry is amateurish. Ouch! That's still better than the friend who said that my poetry is crap and he can't stand to read it. Which I hope explains the extremely high anxiety I am feeling right now and why I would rather forget I wrote a chapbook altogether.