So - I have been using my spiral notebook as the writing journal when I am out. I guess this means at some point I will retype the journal into this blog. But for now I am attempting to edit my poem and having a really difficult time. I don't like to write poetry. I don't even like to read poetry that much. My attempt at editing my list of beach scenes did not go well. I went back to it and did not feel like even reading it. I moved around a few lines and moved them back. I highlighted another for deletion then ultimately did nothing. So for now that is what I will do. Maybe I will print it out so the hard copy can speak to me. Somehow words on a computer screen are less alive. Or maybe it's because I feel like I am gonna puke.
Our next assignment is to write a short short story. I have many ideas swirling through my head. But it is my nature to first research. So I assume that Thursday will bring a trip to the library, a stack of books, and some long needed inspiration.
Also due this week - read the first 100 pages of Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg, which I already owned but had never read. Since the book is in my Florida bookcase I attemped to check it out from the library only to discover it would have to be ordered. In the meantime I went to Barnes and Noble and repurchased it. And then it came in two days later. Leaving me with three copies of Writing Down the Bones - all in different locations.
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