A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Sixty-One
I feel quite lucky that I am engaged in a practice of writing at this moment, because I think it is probably one of the few things that I have to allow me an outlet right now. In dealing with certain things, I'm needing to really be more stoic, but I am not good at that, honestly. I am trying to keep from putting to much of my emotion into things in general, but to do that well, I still need an outlet, and I am finding ways to allow my work to exist in that way, at least in part. At times, this can result in highly obscure work of a very personal nature, but it is not only that, and I find it is cleansing, at times, to write such pieces and then move forwards into things that are more universal. At times, though, even those personal pieces can work quite effectively.
Today I didn't engage in that so much, but doing the work itself was a release, and I am glad of the poems I created, and feel that two are rather deserving of further attention. I also did a bit of other work that I had been meaning to get to. It was stuff related to querying the novel, and I really want to put that back into the forefront again soon.
Today I didn't engage in that so much, but doing the work itself was a release, and I am glad of the poems I created, and feel that two are rather deserving of further attention. I also did a bit of other work that I had been meaning to get to. It was stuff related to querying the novel, and I really want to put that back into the forefront again soon.
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