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Category Archives: napowrimo
NaPoWriFo
Well, I didn’t manage it. For the first fourteen days of April (and a day or two before that, even), I wrote at least a poem a day, and not all of them made me want to vomit. Then real life intervened, and I spent a lot of time in the car and hanging out with my extended family during the days surrounding Mom’s death, and I missed a couple of days. And then my work schedule ramped up so that I was (and am) spending the couple of hours of more or less free time I had been using to write in the evenings to work instead. Excuses, excuses. Rather than feeling too bad about it, I’m cutting my losses, acknowledging that I think I may have a few solid first drafts out of the experiment, and suggesting that I participated not in NaPoWriMo, but NaPoWriFo (fortnight). Wheeeee! Continue reading
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NaPoWriMo progress
Nine days into April, I’ve written 12 poems. In my last NaPo post, I flouted the rules of NaPoWriMo by admitting that I had no intention of blogging my poems but was using the activity as a motivation to actually write some every day. One of my three loyal blog readers responded to by shaming me into posting my poems, even if anonymously. So somewhere out there, I’m posting, and it seems that a couple of people are even reading me, though few comment. Which is fine, as I don’t often comment on the things I’m reading lately, even if I like them very much. I always feel a little presumptuous offering comments, because who am I to think my opinion of somebody’s work counts for much? And yet if I do try to comment, I get carried away, teleported back to my time in school, when I think I probably was a tolerably decent reader and critic, and I wind up pronouncing all sorts of things that are probably stupid. So I try to make myself keep quiet for the most part.
Of my 12 poems, five are very short, and three are really probably smaller parts of one slightly larger sequence (which still puts me at the nine poems required by today to not be a NaPoWriMo outlaw). Counting the three sequence pieces as one, I’d say that six of the poems are ones that I think I could do something really decent with. There are a couple that I think might actually be pretty good in their current form, though I find it really hard to decide what of my work rises above dismal. It could always be wishful thinking or a difficulty distancing myself enough from what I’m writing to judge it with anything approaching objectivity.