A Writer's notebook, Day One-Hundred-Forty-Six

I wrote another list poem, and found it to be rather interesting.  It does take a certain kind of discipline, and I feel very much that I am encountering a very interesting and challenging form.  It is not that I've never encountered or written list poems in the past, but that this kind feels a bit different and has certain features to it that I think are taking my imagination in interesting directions.

These are largely things that I am doing in my own mind, I think, not any specific criteria, but they seem to reflect something, I think, or at least are inspired by what I encountered yesterday.   In general, I attempt to keep them in the third person, and to make the lists about broad topics.  As well, the entries attempt to range in a variety of ways, and there are repetitions and variations intended to draw parallels that help to create new connections.  In writing these pieces, I am discovering my own thoughts, much of the time.  It is not an inert format for me, but one that requires consideration.

As well, I find that these are sort of fun to write, in a way.  That is not to say they are easy, but rather that I can slip into thinking about the idea fairly quickly, and then get lost in it.  Just considering an idea for such a piece is enough to get me thinking and beginning to work on it in my head. It is something that I feel equips me to write poetry.

In other news, I had an interaction with a friend in the past few days that may have given me an idea for a short story.  It is not a particularly brilliant thought, but I think it could be fun, and it has certain features that would make it interesting to play with.  In part, it concerns a character who is sort of trapped writing something that they don't want the captor to understand, but which we as the audience should see through.  I feel it will be a fairly fun and light piece, and I want to get to work on it in the morning.

Again, though, for tonight, I find myself rather exhausted again.  I've gotten a decent amount of work done today, and I did have a fairly early morning, so it might be excused.  I am hopeful that getting a good nights sleep tonight might help put me on the path to feeling a bit more rested in the near future. 

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