I haven’t blogged for ages. The final furlong of a degree and work have sapped all my writing energy – enter NaPoWriMo!
I thought it would be a great way to get back into blogging again, but I have arrived at the party late, it being day four and all! But I’m going to do it anyway. I’ll see if I can sneak an extra four in somewhere along the line.
National Poetry Writing Month, follows in the grand footsteps of NaNoWriMO (Novel Writing) and as there was no way I could write a novel in a month last year, I am hoping to be able to do it this year!
NaPoWriMo has been going since 2003, but I’ve only just heard about it, late to that damn party again!
Seeing as I can’t find any rules about NaPoWriMo, and although I am sure I am supposed to actually write it myself, today’s entry isn’t from me. To make things easy, here is a Haiku I saw the other day and loved. If you’re desperate for an original poem you can read one here
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
On my way back home in the car today I was listening to the Jeremy Vine show on Radio 2 – yes I am in the Radio 2 stage of my life – and not for the first time whilst listening to Jeremy Vine, I got all riled up. For those of you that may not know, in the UK Jeremy Vine hosts a radio show where he and various guests discuss the hot topics of the day, callers are welcome to contribute to the show too. Amongst the other topics of conversations on the show, Jeremy had invited listeners to call in if they had an opinion on whether employees should be allowed paid leave if grieving over the death of a pet, a compassionate leave similar to that which you would get if a loved one died. Read the rest of this entry
Tonight I had an absolute blast listening and singing along to old songs whilst I was writing. Which led me to wonder what other people listen to when they write. Read the rest of this entry
So today I have been musing upon where inspiration goes when it goes! Is there a giant cloud upon which all the inspiration gathers once it has floated off and left a person? Does it sit there mocking those that try to write without it? Does it leave undeserving people and are some blessed permanently with it? Is it just luck where and when you find it and lose it? Can you catch it again or is it like trying to grab a fish in water? And the 64 thousand dollar question, can you still write without it? Read the rest of this entry
“The expectation is rising, ideas crash colliding, the juices are flowing, anticipation growing. Your fingers itch and dance, as they clasp the pen for the perfect chance. The blank canvas sits and waits, your thoughts with which to fill and chase. You search for inspiration high, chasing at darting butterflies. You search for inspiration low, in the darkest depths one dares to go. You grasp at thoughts as they fly on past, desperately reaching in case they’re the last. And words they tumble, boundaries crumble, as on and on the ink just flows. Read the rest of this entry
The pressure of a post… Thinking about all of the things that have happened to me today that I could blog about, the pressure begins to mount. Especially when it also happens to be my first personal blog post ever. I feel like the reading of this blog should have some kind of accompanying trumpet fanfare heralding the arrival of yet another new blogger’s search for attention in cyberspace. Read the rest of this entry