Sunday, October 31, 2010

Seven

I've heard that seven is a special number. God created and on the seventh day he rested. Seven days in a week. Seven years for bad credit to disappear.... My question is: Does lucky number seven also apply to heartache? Its been seven years since someone did something really hurtful, lifechangingly so, (btw its a word because I said it!) and my question has to do with healing time. Its rhetorical, I guess. We all know how long we need to "get over it" but if it takes as long as seven years, does it *poof* disappear? Just random thoughts. I have them sometimes. It burns me up that people do hurtful, harmful things to others and nothing happens to them. Its not okay to change someone's life without their permission. I know this is the wrong place for this but... in a way it does have to do with my writing. I am emotional. July 9th. Cancer. Most of my actions, reactions, or inactions are emotionally charged. Everything is effected including my writing. I don't feel that electric current flowing from my heart to my pen as strongly. I used to. And just when I thought my wires were changed and ready for the full current to flow through once again, I get hit with the "Summer Assault" and recovery is not looking good. The forecast for my writing, for my life is partly cloudy with a chance of showers. The sunshine does peak through every now and then but... I'm having trouble writing this blog so how do I move the clouds enough to write a novel in a month? November is national novel writing month. Tomorrow is the first of November and I do not have a clue what I'm going to write about... for each day of this month. I hope it doesn't take seven more years to get it together.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Open Mic...Untitled

Well, the poetry event has come and gone. It went well.... but i wanted better. It was a learning experience that my friend, the teacher, had to remind me of. So next time it can get better....and it will! Another friend pointed out that I should at least read one of my poems during my poetry event! But OMG it is scary on that stage under those lights and the eyes of the crowd! I'm taking the advice under consideration and I've been looking through some old journals reading old poems and trying to find inspiration to write new ones. Here's an oldie I've been keeping to myself:
03.07.07.
Love is a selfish emotion.
I love you. So much so that sometimes I want to be you.
I want to feel how it feels to be in your skin.
To have your blood flow thro ugh my veins.
I want to feel your experiences and cry your tears.
I want to hurt when you hurt and smile your smile.
Love is a selfish emotion.
I love you.

Well, we'll see if I can get on that stage on November 17th....

Saturday, October 9, 2010

NaNoWriMo

So I've decided to try my hand at writing a novel in a month. November is National Novel Writing Month and I've decided. I will try this. Its a boost to get the creative juices flowing. I will be elated to actually finish something, anything. Its nice when the something is worth reading so I hope I do a good job. The challenge is to complete a 50,000+ word novel between November 1st and November 30th. Now if I could just figure out what to write about...

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Is this thing on?

I am so excited! I'm charged with being the front runner on putting this event together. I love words! I know, I know. No one can tell I love words because my blog is so sparse, my novel has not been published, and only those close to me are given the opportunity to read any of my writing. But, I do, I love them! So, I'm working (with help of course) on making this show a success. I hope that people will be lined around the corner to share this evening with me. Ok, a little too optimistic but can you blame me? I love words! Philadelphia... "concrete jungle where dreams are made of" too!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

the g.o.a.t.

A coworker challenged me to write a poem today at work giving me two hours to produce something... here is it:

On my journey
we cross paths
at my crossroads
you take my arm
guide me, help me to see
Confident confidant
full of strength and ease
No pressure, no pain
Just pleasure in your presence
And cool breeze
And jasmine
And sunlight

I, of course, had time to spare. I gave my coworker a copy and a minute later started to worry about sharing my writing with my work world. I'll get over it- I guess.