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

I wrote three and a half poems today, with one piece that is not fully cooked yet.  The idea is still coming together on it, but I feel it will be a fun piece when it is done.  If I am honest, at least one of the pieces I wrote today felt more like it was just my getting something out of my system, though in a sort of journalesque sense.  It was, in many ways, an exercise intended to keep me working, and I am aware that this is not really the same thing as producing an actual piece for publication, but I will say that my process remains the same.  The main reason I wouldn't share this piece is that it involves a sort of critical and negative stance about another person's work in a way that is not really fair.  It is possible I may change that opinion at some point, and if the poem had gone to a deeper place, one that I felt was of value in itself, I would likely have a different attitude.  The ideas in that piece are things that I can see growing in other ways, and in that sense the work is as legitimate as anything else.

As well, I think that I have a pretty good thought for the play I am writing, in terms of a general plot structure.  I think I might try to get some of it written tomorrow, so I can bring it to the writing group this week.  I know there are meetups tomorrow and Wednesday, though the one tomorrow is a bit of a trek.  I may do it anyway, though, if I am up to it and have a good start on the work.  Anyhow, I am quite excited to see where it goes, now that I have an actual sense of what I want to do with the piece.  I still have much to figure out, but I think I have a sense of the general structure, at the very least.

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