WHile there will be some distractions theis evening and over the weekend, I am excited and hoping to care out enough time to make a great weekend of writing out of the days ahead. Monday night I have a writer's group meeting, and I think this will be a really good way to kick into gear - productive weekend and sail into and through next week in a continued state of successful writing.
Forward Motion and Holly Leslie's sites have been split off successfully now. Still too early to see how smoothly things will go. Hope for the best.
Thinking in terms of the Maple Woods writers confrance coming up in September. Hopefully I can put that together.
Rob's Amazing Poem Generator is a good example. I ran this blog site through the generator and this is what poetic justice I get today:
Michael On writing at
home. And The community... more
upstairs then there is the break sweeping Colorado four straight games. I
Wanted it and looked at times
and I live and for
the value of this weekend. writing and
becoming.
I was trying to retrace some feelings that are a result of anger. This, since I felt a definite occasion of anger yesterday. Anger and I don't do well. Ok, I should I suppose that when I say I have anger issues, I'm not some psychopath that goes into rages of anger. My issue is that I generally internalize it and consider it a personal fault. I tend to blame myself and take it out on myself as well. I don't like it and I never have. I don't enjoy acknowledging to someone else that I am angry. While I know this is normal [anger, not my way of dealing with it] it seems to make no difference in terms of my own assessment of it.
The results of this reflection of the past 24 hours, has resulted in the following poem:
Submersion by Anger
I was totally angry yesterday.
A feeling I despise.
Sharp,
Cutting,
Convicting.
The source was another
Still the anger convicted me.
What have I brought about to feel this way
When calm I want to be?
Holding it
Like my breath underwater
There is pressure,
Fear,
Sometimes I think I’ll drown
But it’s what I have to do…
It’s how I survive,
How I live.
