I am still writing, and managing some kind of daily post -- but what has suffered is keeping up with you. I am not commenting, not because of my usual circumspection, but because I am not there. Aside from the few days around the election, I have barely been online. A bit of skimming here and there, and that's about it.
Yesterday began badly, with much pain and little enthusiasm. I gave myself permission to skip writing, but pushed myself though taffy to get to the local NaNoWriMo meeting -- and I'm so glad I did. They listened, they encouraged, and I came home feeling much better, re-energized.
I told my poetry mentor last week that my 'novel' has the same problem that my poems often do: a poverty of verbs, a paucity of action. Then one of the NaNoWriMo cohorts said that literary fiction is focused more on character and less on plot. Clearly, that is what I'm writing.
Literary fiction. Yes, indeed.
And when I'm not being literary, I am staring at undemanding TV. Mostly house & garden TV. All visuals, little thinking. My brain is sort of -- dense -- right now. I realized, during this morning's walk, that I'm not even taking photos. I walk along, thinking about this unreal world I am making, and not of the real one I'm walking through.
Three more weeks of this, more or less.
I hope you'll stick through it with me. Wait -- I hope you'll stick with me through it. This.
Gosh, I'm tired.
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an honor to be called a mentor to a poet as excellent as you!
if verbs are hard to come by for you, for me it's punctuation, which is certainly a little, umm, whimsical, in that poem.
Posted by: Cindy | 13 November 2006 at 01:44 PM
Will we see results of your writing here at the end of the month? I hope so!
Posted by: Niki | 15 November 2006 at 07:23 AM