Hello, I’ve returned.
I trust you all are well, or at the very least that your today was better than your yesterday.
I’ve settled into my new semester–it’s going on week two. Classes are a blast–because I’m studying creative writing, I have the best textbooks in the world. A range from classic novels to graphic novels, plus a pop-up book and Beyonce’s Lemonade.
Only the finest education for your favorite poet.
In this first week, I’ve already read two novels and a play, not to mention the essays I’ve been brainstorming. Needless to say, I’ve been quite busy with school work and don’t really have anything ready for a post.
So I thought I’d just do a little check-in-post to say hi, and tell you incidental-goings-on.
I’ve officially surrounded myself in poetry. There are poems scribbled in my class notes, all in my journals, and I think there might even be some in my planner. (I know there are.)
And, while I was going though my things to clear out things I don’t need or want, I found a “poetry kit.” It’s just a collection of small magnets with single words on them. … now I’m writing poems on my fridge. It’s like the grown-up version of those letters parents put on the fridge for their kids to form words.
Though I’ve noticed some faults in the kit–a few words that weren’t included that I would rather prefer, plus there’s the hang up of using only the included forms of words. (An example that comes to mind is “love” instead of “lovely.” You should know by now that I say “lovely” all the time. Also, there isn’t a magnet for “that.” I know–it’s a tragic scandal.)
However, due to the limitations of the kit, it has forced me to be more creative. Side-stepping the restrictions of word-deficiency is a nearly forgotten art form.
Since I’m back on campus, I don’t have my fridge poetry to share. (The only record I have is what is on the fridge right now.) But we’ll see when I can manage to glimpse it again.
I have yet to resume any prose projects–I simply haven’t been interested in writing anything other than poetry for some reason. Perhaps it’s a phase. We all have them, in some aspect of life. There’s nothing wrong with phases. I see them as ways that people grow into stronger, better individuals.
I hope to begin working on re-framing my novel soon, but we’ll see what happens. I’m taking 18 credit hours this semester. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Plus I have a preoccupation with memes and poetry.) And I certainly won’t be abandoning this blog.
Fingers crossed for finding time and motivation, I guess.
Rest in peace my failed first novel, Distorted. You were more a training method for me to get to where I am now more than anything, and the four years I spent working on you were wonderful. I hope to return to you one day, and pick up where I left off. But four years are a long time, and I think it’s time for something else. Like maybe poetry written on my mother’s fridge.
Sorry, my hand slipped.
Anyways, I’m working hard like always. It just might not seem like it on this blog when I haven’t had solid Monday content in so long. But it won’t last much longer. Thanks to coffee and the slamming doors in the dorm, I’ll have the time. Who needs sleep?
I know this wasn’t the most engaging post, but I appreciate your attention. It really does mean a lot to me that there are people out there that enjoy reading what I write, even if it’s a disorganized mess of uncollected thoughts and vague enthusiasm about creative writing.
Thank you, lovely reader.