A Writer's Notebook, Day Six-Hundred-And-Ninety

Last night, as I mentioned, I began work on a longer poem, and I have continued that today.  It is right now at around eight pages, I think, and I am certain there is more.  It is not the only poetry I wrote today, but it was the bulk of my work in that area,  As well, I continued writing that story, and am still very excited about it.  I think their is a great deal of fun in it, and it seems quite a bit more of a romp than most of the fiction I have written of late, but still has a lot going on in it that I am finding entertaining.  It feels less experimental to me at the moment, but I think the ending may take a small twist, or at least imply one, as I know it was set up from the start, and their are small amounts of information in the text already.  It may be that to make what I am thinking is coming work well, I will need to go back and do a bit more to support what is coming, but I am not certain, and I cannot even tell if what I think will happen is the ending or not, let alone whether I have already seeded more into the text to prepare for it than I recognize. 

I feel good having chosen to let myself have a bit of flexibility, and I think it is rewarding me.  First, I may not be writing as much in some ways, but I think this long piece is something I might not have taken up if it were not for the freedom I am allowing myself.  Second, it is a stressful enough time, and I have enough things that I am thinking about without not getting enough sleep each night in order to keep up with a work schedule that I know is insane.  It makes little sense, and I recognize that it was born out of fear and frustration and that I need to move on from that, and to find a balance that lets me do my work and live as well.

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