Poetry, Word Count, and Wraeththu

[twopoint]

At least once a week victoriawiley  and I vote to decide if The Writer's Almanac poem of the day truly is a poem.  Mary Oliver's "In Blackwater Woods" wins unanimously.
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment . . . read the rest here

In other news, I finished off my getyourwordsout  April word count at 114k for 2009.  Most of this month's writing was utter crap but I did make some progress on the scattered original piece, posted chapter 4 of The Forgotten Tree and started at least fifteen other stories that may or may not shame me into doing something.  All in all it was a very brutal month for writing.  I feel edgy and foggy, absolutely uninspired.  I blame it on all the pollen and tree sex.  Luckily the trees are now fully green, spring has done its worse and my characters might now decide to do something better than lying around kissing all the time.  Not that I blame them.

I have designated tomorrow, a horse-free Sunday (canceled all riding lessons), as a post a snippet day.  Paragraphs, beginnings, abandoned text, wine-induced rants, characters studies, all the stuff that involves alphabets and words, will be organized -  and anything that forms a fully coherent thought will be posted as extended pseudo-drabbles.  I was a late convert to Catholicism and have found guilt to be a heady deadline.

Mostly, I blame my procrastination on Storm Constantine.  I've spent the past month submerged in her Wraeththu world: two trilogies, all the fanfic I can get my greedy, sweaty, rein-gnarled hands on (why the hell have I never heard of these books before)?  Unfortunately there are aren't many people at the barn that I can discuss a post-apocalyptic, hermaphroditic race with (not from lack of trying) - but her world building is exceptional.  I just wish someone had told me that the first three books were completely revised and re-published before I read the old editions.  However, all writer-ly fears of vanity presses aside, I admire anyone who creates a press to publish their back-list and exceptional fanfic written within the author's world: Immanion Press.

Comments

[ahpookishere.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Your writing. I am excited, but I will not be able to read (for a while, at least). :-(

Save some for me to eat, please.

[two-point.livejournal.com]

Left overs taste better! I hope that you're traveling and not occupied with other things. If you are traveling, please eat a chocolate croissant for me.

And I might have something posted by the time you get back (or not)!

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go


I like that. A lot. I'm an coffee pot poetry reader. It takes a long time for the words to percolate down to where I can put to words what I feel. That one made me shiver and sigh.

Wraeththu. I have avoided this series like plague for years for the fear it would suck me in and never spit me back out.

Is it worth it? I do exactly what you did; growl at anyone who comes near to bother me while engrossed in a book I love but then again the coffee pot thing happens and I sit there kind of lost, taking it all in for a few days.

Not sure I want to do that, even though the art alone I've seen of her boys is enough to bring one over to the dark side.

[two-point.livejournal.com]

I want you to make an icon with a 50's style plug-in percolator with the text: Brewing Poetry.

What it worth it? Oh, hell. The stories are overbearing, controlling and relentless. The Turk just shakes his head and smiles when he hands me the book packages that come in the mail now - Another one? I feel like I've lounged around in an opium den for the past month.

So, of course you must read them!!! Immediately! If you don't purchase the books right away I will purchase them for you and it is very bad form to not read book-gifts, right?

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

oops....XD I just realized I blew the text.
So much for following directions. I did mention I'm an Aries, right?

What do you need to inspire you? Ramie is working on art ...mm...what else. *ponders* Hmm...must consult with the sibling. Shall return later. Perhaps with corrected text but likely not. ;)

[two-point.livejournal.com]

OMG! Icons on demand (what else can twopoint ask for? Erestor w/o shirt? a koi? YES! KOI!) - I like the alliterative quality of your text much better than the other! Now I'm going over to your place to steal it.

I think Ramie art will do just fine. It's 2:00am and I just left an incredible dinner at my adopted Italian family's house. We watched the moon going across the sky as we sat outside eating and when I left the moon was behind a massive tree. We all stood transfixed looking at the glow. I was thinking about Ramie trees.

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

Shhh...don't tell Ramie. She knows I never do as told.

[questails.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me what? I follow the both of you, room to room, happily picking up and eating the bits of literature you drop.

I shall twine around your ankles and trip you, humph!

It might be that I'm the only WIP addict about, or maybe not?

I like to hide things in the corners, and see who finds them and says something!

http://thepeep.pucemoose.com/laurelin-telperin.jpg

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

I FOUND IT!!!!

Easter Egg hunt is ON!

*screeches to a halt to drool over piece* OOOOOMG. I LOVE IT!!!!!

*GLOMPS sibling*

[questails.livejournal.com]

.. apparently I suck at hiding things.....!!

;D

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

Did you really want no one to find this beauty of a jewel?

;p

[two-point.livejournal.com]

I must have been dropping stories into floor vents this week because they certainly aren't in my notebook. Usually when I get all cat-tripped (at least once a day) I land on the ground and see dust balls under the shelves or a lost shoe under the cabinet or a chair leg I need to fix.

This is much better! I. Love. The. Hound's. Face. Forget the trees for a while, I'm commissioning you to do a portrait of Sasha the Russian and Maxwell the Utterly Useless Quarter Horse. And I want to curl up on the floor with Glorfindel.

[questails.livejournal.com]

......... I shall go dig in your floor vents, then; I want-want-WANT to know what happens next to Erestor and Glorfindel.

*dig dig dig*

Do I get reference pics of the Russian and Maxwell the UUQH? It may be that the pic I have of Sasha shows her at her best, holding down the floor of the tack room? ;D

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

I want-want-WANT to know what happens next to Erestor and Glorfindel.

Seconded! I believe that carries the motion? *hopeful look*

[two-point.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to re-calibrate the soundtrack in my head. I'm stuck with Thom Yorke, Niyaz, and Supreme Beings of Leisure which only means one thing. I have to revisit assassin-land. Once I'm through with two revisions, it's going to be all dreamy songs like Achillea or other things I'm too embarrassed to mention here, and I'll find myself back in Gondolin. Don't give up on me just yet. It's either Erestor goes on a mad poisoning spree or I direct that energy toward trained professionals.

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

It's either Erestor goes on a mad poisoning spree or I direct that energy toward trained professionals.

*kicks plot bunny away* Evil thing, begone!
Now I wish I knew more about this other fandom that I can't spell or pronounce. Good writing!

[two-point.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It's all crack, don't concern yourself with it. But you're right. Erestor would make a very lovely poisoner.

[two-point.livejournal.com]

Shhhhh! *whispers* I think I hear her coming.

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

*hides behind potted plant* bwahaha...we waits for the precioussss

[questails.livejournal.com]

.. *limp limp limp*.... man alive, I am never crawling under bed again, I don't care what I thought I saw.. it looked like a story, with an elf in it, but something chomped me, so it did...

*limp* *grumble* *limp* ...

..... I could swear I heard someone whispering....

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

*pouncetumblegrin* SIBling!

I caught myself a Fluffling Sib! *peers* Ju have a dust bunny in your hair. Or is it....a PLOT BUNNY!!

[two-point.livejournal.com]

PLOT BUNNY!!!

Crap. Aren't I supposed to be working on the other bunnies?

*goes to do that*

[levadegratchets.livejournal.com]

Any bunny is good.

...wait, I take that back. I've looked at ff.net and seen some that would peel the enamel off a Hollywood starlet's fake teeth.

[two-point.livejournal.com]

That might be the best analogy I've heard in . . . ever.