How was your writing week?

[tailor STATELY]

Better week than most.

Found a short poem I doodled around the first of the month and will soon post it to my personal poetry page.

Studying the Waka_(poetry) form and am polishing up my humble first attempt in a Bussokusekika format.

Posted my first .mp3 to the web based upon one of my more humble poems.
It's one of many variations of the same theme; an instrumental of two parts. You may download to listen if you wish at: http://www.supashare.net/zqm42ggf4g98. (Sorry the site's other controls seem buggy [at least for me] but the download function seems to work ok. It's my first time with this file sharing web site.) The music needs a little more work and a little more to the lyrics; then I'll worry about the vocals, somehow. I still need to convert the rest of my .wav files to .mp3, but that's a simple enough thing to do, I just need more time (and to cut down my time on this forum a bit [less reading and playing, lol]).

I'm going to purchase a good supply of yellow note pads soon to begin my poetry doodling more in earnest.

Oh, and after a few admonitions, I think I have a signature suitable for my postings that will suffice for now.

[DanielBenoit]

Whoo hoo! I got my mojo back! Last night on an impulse I just started writing. I don't know exactly where I'm going, but I think I'm going to write a series of vignettes comprising one whole novel.

[Jozanny]

People with cerebral palsy are somewhat congenitally lazy; it is in the nature of the disease. I used to feel very guilty if I was lax in my job duties because of the verbal dreams in my head, and the irony of that is, now that I can write all the time because going back to work would break me (it has been a slow battle accepting that I am on the margins, as I once appeared on a playbill) I am ripping my hair out because I know the odds of making steady sales, and in between kindle breaks, I am literally exhausting myself trying to target my way into selling steadily. I have almost given up on being a creative writer too.

Funny, in its way.

[Jozanny]

One of the perils of owning a laptop is waiting for Joey my adorably pretty cat to get off the chair so I can plug in my printer to print my rather painful essay about his predecessor, which I am going to try for local markets.

I know I had to euthanize Oliver, but I'm still anguished over it, despite sharing with my rehab psychologist. Guess I suck at death.

[MGK]

my story has by now arrived at the spectacular (at least for me) landmark of 25k words, without me really registering how it got there. i'm finding out a lot more about my own views than i'd like to by pushing the plot forward, it's a thrilling experience.

[Wade-newb]

I wrote about a page for a screenplay hybrid thing. And wrote a few articles for my Bukisa and Xomba pages.

Just if you would consider reading them, Xomba:http://www.xomba.com/user/wadenewb
Bukisa:http://www.bukisa.com/people/Wade-newb

[Veva]

Are here any editors-in-chief... let's form a support group! I had a terrible week managing people around me and I am so sick of taking all their crapp, when they aren't even trying to look diligent!

[Lumiere]

My writing week was like every other writing week: pathetic. I don't understand what this problem is that I have with writing. I love it passionately, but it never works how I want it to. I am always falling short. I have a story plotted out in my head. I have characters living in every corner of my heart. I cannot write in out. I don't know why.

[Jozanny]

Lumiere,

I am only a moderately successful writer, but my best advice to you, is, if you really want to write, get something to bite on, take the pain, and write, then show it to people with experience, let them point out what is not working, revise, and keep at it.

I get rejected all the time, but I also get surprised. On only my second attempt to publish an op ed in my regional paper, the metro editor took my piece and paid me, and when I get back up to speed, I know things like that will happen again.

I think the biggest obstacle for students who want to write is fear of failure, and I fail constantly, but believe in what I'm doing. A poetry publisher once rejected me by telling me I wasn't a poet because I had no sense of form. Well, I have over 300 poems published, and a small collection out of print. I may not be famous, and the selling myself angle may need some fizz, but I am a poet. He was just a publisher with a nostalgia for blank verse and structure, and I got past being upset about it.

[Veva]

So, happy new year 2010 to everyone and how are you people getting on with your writing, I find myself hard to get on the train again after some wild partying... it will take some time... how about u?

[wlz]

My Bluebird - (A typical night of writing): despair in searching for ideas facing writer's block which usually comes just in the middle of a night's work when all seemed to be running smoothly; the frustration in attempting to execute those ideas; the drinking due to working alone on terrible ideas, badly reviewed ideas, rewrites, deadlines, colleaques writing better or more entertaining works, the almost nerve-shattered compulsive laughing at the stupidity of the dialogue written as though it were a story dating from about the 1800's in Ireland; late nights with red eyes and the endless streams of smoke coming from a shoulder-slouched body that looks like a volcano waiting to errupt; the heart palpitations, and doubts, about the (nicotine and caffeine induced shaking) hands producing this talentless crap and wondering if the local school could use a new janitor!... the closest position in education available because you finished up college after the degree and two additional years of creative writing assuming that you're going to be the next Charles Bukowski or Hunter S. Thompson; Gay Talese or Tom Wolfe. "Steady job... steady job, (regular pay), get a steady job - buy things!" running train-like through the mind -

First Voice: They all went through it.

Second Voice: Who?

Fist Voice: All the greats. The GREAT WRITERS: Joyce, Proust, Beckett...

Second Voice: Maybe I'll go down to the employment office tomorrow...?

First Voice: I wouldn't bother. Not if I were you!

Second Voice: Why not? ("Need a job... steady job, find work - good pay - buy things.")

First Voice: You can't do anything and besides you're too bloody lazy - look at the time!
You'll be 65yrs in another minute. "GET ON WITH IT!"

Second Voice: I need a drink.

First Voice: So do I. I knew there was a bukowski in there.

"F*** it! Another cigarette, walk a bit... "where's the wall gone? -OUCH!! Browse the internet, find forums: others going through similar issues... nothing better than a bit of mindless procrastination to while the hours until around six in the morning: I'm off to bed - GOODNIGHT!"

[Dinkleberry2010]

My writing week was good. I composed a poem and I began and have half completed an article/essay.

[wlz]

Jermac, where can I find the poem that you received so much criticism over? I enjoyed the line which you had to provide an explication of for some reader/s?

[Dinkleberry2010]

Wiz, for some reason which I can't figure out, someone decided to close the thread on the explication of my poem. The thread was closed after you made your post.
My poem, "The Son of Dionysus" is posted in the Personal Poetry section

[Jozanny]

I had mentioned here doing a proposal for the Henry James Society, and today wrote the gentleman in charge that I gave up, for now.

If I am really going to do a thesis for my own reward, I cannot play at winging it, and will have to work as hard as I would for an editor who assigned me an article.

I have been upset all week about it, because I'd like to write a paper or two, really, but engaging in critical studies is just as hard as anything else--I did, however, give the man a rough sketch of my idea, and what direction I would be headed into. All I have to do now though is make up my mind about attending the conference.

(Sigh)

I cannot be everything at once, and most writing guides warn about that, but this is my weakness. I seem to believe I can be journalist/scholar/poet/fiction writer and occasional novelist, and exhaust myself juggling these outfits. I am somewhat angry at myself right now.