Writing Wednesday: Moon

moon

silvery white
      spilling over
grass
trees
blanket on the lawn

air fresh
       sweetened by earlier rain
tugs the few loose curls
dances over the skin
       light
       feathery

maiden moon
        quartered
        glowing

reigning over
          songs and revelry

Writing Wednesday: 4th Street Feeling

Today is my birthday!!! Last night, I went to Wolf Trap to see the always amazing Melissa Etheridge on concert. It was spectacular and I had a blast, but it definitely inspired some poetry. So here's a little taste of last night for you, titled after the song that inspired it.

4th Street Feeling
pulsing
dancing
feeling
   the vibrations

in the ground
in the air
in my body

the thump
       resonating in
             my soul

the night sky
       open and wide
above my head

...eyes closed, head back
the sweet smell of summer….

sprawled on the blanket
     forgotten glass of wine
            to my right

eyes closed
    swaying

lost in the music

ROW80 Update

Okay, so I definitely am only getting writing done 5 days a week. My 2 12.5 hour days are just not possible for writing. I am too tired when I get home and my brain does not want to do anything. Otherwise, things are going pretty well.

Except for the realization the other day that I'm going to have to shift from 1st person to 3rd person. CRAP. That's for the editing. Once I finish the scene I'm in, I'm going to have everything be in 3rd person and I can fix the stuff that's already been written when I get to the editing phase.

I would like to know, oh Muse, why did you not clue me into this earlier? Do you have any idea how much work this is going to cause me later on? Of course you do. You just don't care, do you? Damn.

On a positive note, I do have some really clever scenes coming up that I'm really looking forward to writing, so they should go relatively smoothly.

Inspiration, Muses, and Sabbaticals

There are days when inspiration will not leave you alone. Every other moment is, "OH!" and a poem verse starts forming or a clever opening line to a poem dances suggestively in the mind, luring you into the frenzy of trying to get it all down before it flits away. As much as I love those days, they can be crazy making, because they tend to come at the most inconvenient times. Like during a 12.5 hour shift at work. Or when my phone has died and I forgot my notebook at home and having absolutely nothing with which to write. I try to hold onto as much as I can until I can get a pen and, if all else fails, a napkin, to jot some of it down before it fades away into the ether.

And then, there are those *other* days. You know, the days when you realize that your Muse has taken a sabbatical and neglected to inform you. You plead, you beg, you threaten, and you bribe... but no, She hasn't elected to return just yet. Fortunately, she picked an awesome time to go on sabbatical because I now have strep and, I think, a cold and my brain is pretty fuzzy from the sleep deprivation (between waking up to drink something because my throat is on fire and waking up because I can no longer breathe through my nose because it's so stuffy, there isn't much good sleep happening). For once, this works out in my favor. Hopefully, her return will occur just as my cold is over and she won't leave me in limbo for too long.