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

I wrote a rather short poem this evening, but I think it is not so bad, and I certainly like the title, though it might be too good of a title for this piece, or just not the right match.  In any case, I do think that the title itself is good, and that the poem is good. 

I don't think I should judge a short poem as less than a longer one, but I realized that I did havea certain proclivity for saying that I should write more, simply because I have a task of writing that I wish to fulfill.  As I realized that I was falling pray to that sort of thinking, and that I was pushing to write more for such an artificial reason, I chose to stop instead of forcing more work.

I do, as well, recognize that there is a value in pressing forwards and forcing myself to write more, but sometimes an idea feels complete in a certain way, and this was the case here.   I didn't really feel it would have been fruitful to push further.  Besides which, it was a choice, and one made to move towards change and exploration, and away from one set of rules for all the work.  Essentially, it is taking the work in the direction it leads, no matter the habits that have guided work before.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

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

Le Guin, Steering The Craft, Chapter Five: Adjectives and Adverbs (Exercise Five, Chastity)

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Fifty-Nine