So, I am writing. Here sit, pen in hand. No, really, I’m using a pen. I had a moment at the store yesterday & I finally bought the tablet I’ve been ogling for close to a year now. Sure, it seems to have increased my productivity in the past 24 hours, but it’s still a new toy. We’ll see how I’m doing in a week or so when all of the ‘new’ has worn off.
In the mean time, I am hoping to get my poetry project off of the ground. GrayCub is doing well on her projects and I’ve been slacking terribly. I guess that I should be grateful that I have no readers other than Gray, so only she and I will notice disappointment. (Love you, Cutie.)
Goal Setting
What on earth am I doing here?
There is no theme and no particular goal in this blog and I know that I need one.
I have a book of poetic forms. It’s called “An Exaltation of Forms.” It is nothing so famous as “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” but it is a steady and reliable tome that makes an entertaining and educational read and covers the gamut of formal poetry. There are fifty-two chapters, which tells me that I could work out a one year program. That could be good.
I could work in sync with GrayCub on her 101/1001 project. She’s focusing her personal studies and financial situation, so it can’t be perfectly congruent, but she’s got about a year left and that does line up nicely.
I’ll begin my official check-ins on Thursday, April 1. No fooling!
Keep up with us, OK?
Another Nifty Toy
I’ve been looking for an affordable wireless desktop set that would allow me to work from my comfy chair, and in the process I discovered the Bamboo Pen & Touch, made by Wacom. I haven’t bought one yet, but only because I haven’t seen a wireless version. The idea of a system that would allow me to effectively hand write input to my computer makes me a little giddy. Maybe it’s because of that transcription project that I’m still wrestling with. I like to write things by hand. I know it’s one more way I’m a Luddite, but this could be the best of both worlds. Anyone know for sure how it works? If it works?
Flashback
Wow. In the transcription project, I just did a bunch of old poems from my teenage years. Crap. Crap. CRAP. Crap. And then this one with a little bit of potential that I wrote when my crush/girlfriend/”it’s complicated” started dating my brother. I may actually have to rework that into something I’m not ashamed of.
Well that was boring.
OK. I think I’m done with this stack of old people and even one old short story. It seems that I type faster that I think I do, but it was still D-U-double-L, boring. Of course, it doesn’t help that I added the side project “Finish tagging all old blog posts” to the list. *headdesk*
Know, what I’m gonna go do now?
File all of this old hard copy and, because I love dead trees, print hard copy of the new drafts, and file all of that. Then wait for Khor & Gray’s guests to show so I can have the wee one all to myself for a couple of hours. Muah haa haa!
Favorite Lines of the Day 4 “M.C.”
…Eloquent outbursts against character
Salve the blisters around him but
Only take the edge off
Before the blind hot id blasts away superego
In pelvic-shaking, beard-scratching
Air-groping breast obsession…
Favorite Lines of the Day 3 “Headache: Drug Change”
…It was born from a bad day and
A good drug and it swears to me
In a voice like bees in the blender
It will die when I’m over them both.
Favorite Lines of the Day 2 “Depression: Exhaustion”
…Posters advertising bands I once cared about
Peel themselves slowly from the stained walls
Seeming to sag inward and downward
I curl on the floor
Cushioned by filthy ripped towels
And shockingly white dishrags. The click-thud
Of denim in the dryer lulls me away…
Favorite Lines of the Day “Memory”
…This is a memory of my first love.
She was sweet, and soft, and fiery red,
and denied me thrice before dinner
when her parents came home early…
To Do Today:
Today I’m going to start the transcription process for all of the poetry that has built up over the past 6 months in my office. For unknown reasons my poetic work happens in two very different way: at the computer in Word ‘03, or in pen/pencil on paper either in my journal or my day planner. I’ve also been know to use whatever notebook, receipt, or bit of flesh is handy at the time and this had resulting in a filing system for my hard copy poetry that bears some resemblance to a dry compost heap.
As your reward for my hard work (how does that add up again?) I’ll post some of my favorite lines of the day as I stumble into them.
