Still here! Still doing the work! Because I took on some extra responsibility in my doing job, it’s been enough this school year to find time to write, let alone keep this blog about making time to write current. I have a schedule that I keep in my digital calendar that allows one to two hours of writing time, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon. Having a schedule for the week is something I’ve done for a long time. Here’s an additional tweak I’ve added since this year when I’ve learned that when you only have an hour here and there, it’s important to get right down to work. you don’t have any time to spare. Here’s my advice: Make your writing goals for the week in advance.
Here is my schedule for this week:
Monday: Edit Chapter 3
Tuesday: Make a scene chart
Wednesday: Complete scene chart
Thursday: Edit five middle chapters
Saturday: Finish middle chapters
Sunday: Edit end chapters
Make a plan and write it down. Persist and forgive yourself every time your life intervenes or you sabotage yourself. Start again each day.
I am assuming that you are like me, that doing this work is so entrenched in who you are and have yet to become that ceasing to arrange words on the page in the service of story and the expression of thought and feeling means to lose a vital part of who you are, a part that gives you access to a very particular, ennobling joy and connection to others.
Make a plan and write it down. Also, allow time for play-writing like prompts or freewriting.
Because it’s April and I’ve been writing a poem a day in April for twelve or so years, that is my time to play right now. And I am almost caught up! Even though I bought a house and moved a week ago. Here are a couple of my favs so far, plus the prompts and a link to the prompt site I’ve been using.
It isn’t too late to jump in!
Here! I’ll share some of my work to inspire you:
Prompt: Write a poem in which mysterious or magical things occur.
Dark December morning,
woke before the alarm,
frightened bird heart–
cold sweat, hollow bones.
You moaned a protest to waking.
I stepped carefully
out the door
down the stairs
to brew the coffee, by habit:
grind, pour, wait, pour more.
that healer, habit,
evokes stillness, for now.
Prompt: Write a haibun that takes place in the natural landscape where you live.
Mud and ferns, rain falls unceasingly.
We are water-logged. Everything is harder,
plus the clouds shield us from the sky.
We can learn to stand tall
like the evergreens all around us,
to take their offering–
that is meant to be breathed well–aware.
So that we might notice the fronds unfurling,
the light returning,
stand in awe of light and rain.
Access prompts at napowrimo.net
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