A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Twenty-Nine

I feel very much like I've reopened a deep creative vein that once flowed inside me and has been long dormant.  Writing a poem a day has blossomed into many poems poring forth throughout the day, and I am feeling incredibly rewarded by that, though I still want to be doing more...  I think that is largely a function of my desire to get the work out there.  Once I'm in the process of getting work published and building a portfolio and career, well, I think I'll be in a very different mood about some of this. 

I do want to get more going than just poetry, but I think it is important to focus in on the work that I am doing now.  I mean, if I am writing poetry at the level I am now, and I mean that in terms of an amalgam of quality and quantity, then I think it is an important thing to allow to happen.  Poetry is important, both in terms of the role it plays for me, and in general.  I know that I have a deep need to explore poetry in a way that I didn't indulge for a long time, and now I am really excited that I'm in that mode once more/

There is a level at which it feels, right now, as if some part of me wanted to abandon poetry so as to not be in touch with that creativity, perhaps as a punishment for something, or in response to some wound.  I am not sure, really, what turned me down the path that stopped my writing poetry on a regular basis, but I am incredibly glad to be back at it again.  Today,  I wrote five poems, I think, and I felt like I could have done more, really.  There was a small, magical, period of life when I was young that was as productive as this, and I recall writing some amazing poems that still feel like they were incredibly important for me.  I am hoping, of course, that I can keep this going in general, at least to some degree, and I want to commit to writing one poem daily forever, as I think it is a base for me.  Of course, now, that has exploded into at least two poems, but really it is more like at least four, and possibly more than that.

Anyhow, I am feeling that there is something special happening and I am going to keep on this path.  I am getting close to having a few pieces ready to start sending out, and I think I have an idea of where I want to start with that.  For now, though, I am getting to bed.

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