A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Hundred-And-Eighty-Six

I don't really have a lot to talk about tonight,so I will be keeping this short once more.  That is not to say that things are going in a negative direction.  It feels that I am dialed in on the poems, to an extent, and I feel that I'm getting a sharper sense of the kind of work I am aiming at right now.  Some days, I really don't know what I want to communicate, but that is itself something that I feel is worth exploring, and it certainly has led me in some interesting directions.  

It seems to me that I need a bit more stimulation in order to feel the level of engagement that I want with the work, and I am seeking ways to supply myself with that part of what I think would be optimal.  Obviously, there are aspects of what I am interested in for myself that would be better if I did have resources beyond myself, and I am attempting to cultivate some of that as well.

What matters most for me, though, is doing that work.  I am also, of course, wanting to take further steps beyond the work I am engaged in at present, but it is good to be able to keep track of what I am doing and the success I've had thus far.  It is, of course, important for me to be doing the professional development work and seeking publishing opportunities, but the writing needs to be the engine for that, and I feel that I am doing that now, for the first time in a long while.

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