A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Three

I think that I have one poem ready to go out.  It is one that I had sent to Freesia and had revised based on her comments.  She took a look at the new version and agreed about it being ready.  I opted not to do some of what I had considered, as I think that it is working very effectively and that adding the ideas I had could overload it.

I also worked on two new poems today.  One is fully drafted and I feel pretty good about, I think.  It is somewhat of a simple narrative poem, but it feels quite strong in some sense and has a very sort of ironic and deep aspect to it, with certain themes that I think it addresses in a subtle but potent way.  The other poem is a longer piece, also narrative but more surreal and I am not yet done with it.  I am trying to find where it is aiming to go, and I think I almost have it...

Anyhow, it feels like today was a productive day for the poetic work, and I am hoping that I can keep myself in high gear for a bit now.  I am doing revisions, and actually am setting up to work on my poems on a more ongoing basis with Freesia, which should keep me in gear, as well as providing me some of the support I need to get to where I am aiming to go in my poetry.

I do want to focus as well on the other work, and I should be able to get that done as well.  It seems important that I find a way to get myself a bit more together in terms of finding the time to do the work, and having things coordinated so I feel that I am really doing what I should be.  However, writing poetry as a regular practice is something that does more for me than anything else I could think of, and I know I am reaching a point where the ideas will really start to come.  Today, I felt an idea click into place in a way that hasn't happened in a long while, and I am certain that is because I have put my attention in the work, and the reward will be more of it.

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