write, write, write

I have so much to put into words…

“Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”

Cheering, that.

I’m still writing like crazy, and I love it. Short pieces of fiction, daily D_Ys and even a couple of poems. Viva la plume!

I’ve been keeping up the d_y entries, at least one a day. Writing these unsent letters is therapeutic. I am also making progress on my letter list – slower progress than I’d like, but progress nonetheless. And I re-drafted my poem last night, added some nonsense, found words of the right weight and switched them for the off words. I’m pleased.

Yes, indeed, I wrote a poem today. I didn’t know I still had poetry in there, but I wrote something I rather liked. I attended, for the first time, the cancer writer’s group that meets weekly in the park (and sometimes in the hospital) and I LOVED it. The folks are great, and the writing is therapeutic. I’ll go back every week.

Not only have I written at least one d_y a day since I opened this goal, I’ve forced writing on myself … worse, I’ve forced SHARING that writing on myself. I signed myself up for a journalling workshop tomorrow and for cancer writer’s night on Monday. They meet in the park – that should be really fun. I’m nervous about that group – I’ll have to share what I’ve written – but I know I can find (or maybe write over the weekend) a piece that I like. I’m proud of myself for making progress like this, in a really active way. I know that for me, the thought process only reaches completion in articulation, so forcing myself to produce quality work is forcing the thought process. And that is good for me.

I’ve been doing a ton of dear yous … and I’ve been loving them. I’ve been doing private fiction, too, and I need to do more of that, too. Creativity FTW.

I wrote about twenty letters today. Some were long, some were short, some were to close friends, and some were reaching out to folks I haven’t talked to in ages. All of it felt awesome. I’m pretty sure I get more out of writing to folks than the recipients do. That’s a good chunk of writing for today, and I expect to do more tonight. I’m in the groove.

I used to love 3Ps as a teen: Poetry, Painting and Programming. Yes, I have this dichotomy in my brain…I love reading Marquez as much as trying to comprehend a paragraph by Knuth. I found perfect solace in reading “Godel,Escher, Bach” by Hofstadter.

Although the only form of writing I have done in this past decade is “code” – and lots and lots of LOC, in every possible language…and mostly opensource of course :-)

But I want to write ..write …and write some more in good ole English like the prolific Sir Vidia.