Monthly Archives: October 2010

Fun, Frenzied Writing Time

Demons and Saints

Today is Halloween! Yes, there will be masquerades and mayhem and treats and tricks, fun scary times indeed. But nothing will compare to what comes up if we are blessed to wake up tomorrow.

Tomorrow is All Saints Day. It’s the designated day to remember the souls of those gone before us. There are variations on the day but the underpinning theme is similar. Basically, for me it’s the day we remember people who are no longer with us. But that’s just part of what is special about tomorrow.

Heading into the Fray

Today, football, ghosts, goblins, witches, warlocks, miniature football players, batman and superman characters, werewolves, angels, tiny teachers, Frankensteins, ballerinas, a hippie I met this morning; all will celebrate and amp up our imaginations. They are our excuses for increasing our stores of caffeinated sugar, chocolates and some healthy treats too.

Tomorrow, All Saints day, puts a different spin on my contemplations. Remembering spirits of those missed recently and long ago, invokes more sober thoughts. The sentimental tempers the raucous devil-may-care ideations spawned by the replica of Spawn walking down the street.

All Saints day inevitably brings me from memories of people, to thoughts of death in general. Bringing contemplation of what things would be like if they were still here, what they’re doing over there. Wondering if there is a way to find out before I have to go there.

It’s all for good. For tomorrow, November 1st, we dive in to 30 days of writing.

Writing Time

November 1 marks the start of NaNoWriMo for the novelist just aching to get out. The challenge is 50,000 words, (1667 daily) in thirty days.

November 1 marks the start of November PAD Chapbook Challenge. The ambitious poet summons his whit to churn out verses in accord with a prompt a day, for 30 days.

There’s always something going on in the writing realm. I mention these two because I have participated in these and will again this year. Check them out. Find one that interests you. Or do your own thing. But, join the writing time of November.

Get Ready! Get Ready! Get Ready!

For me, like many others, today is a big day. I’m not a trick-or-treater. I won’t be dressing up or handing out candy. I will be thinking about what could possibly come to me tomorrow that will see me write what reads like the inspired writing I’d like it to be.

Today, I’ll be polishing up the last poems for this month, studying my lessons extra long, completing the last tasks on my to-do lists. I’m making room for tomorrow to write, whenever I start, without the expectation of any interruptions. My plan is to eliminate all the known distractions. My goal is to be able to write freely.

Estimating Good Stuff

Work goes on. Life goes on. Shutting out everything is not an option for me. But, clearing up dangling tasks is a good plan since I can be such a procrastinator with my creative writing. I will give my ruminations, and machinations all the room I can create for them. And just go with the flow that issues forth from writing in communion.

Have a great Halloween today. Bless us, here and gone, for All Saints Day on tomorrow. And, I wish you fulfilling writing throughout the month of November.

NaNoWriMo 2010

Hello and welcome to my 2010 NaNoWriMo endeavor. That’s National Novel Writing Month. And here is where I’m laying out my plan and logging my journey through the month of November.

I’m reactivating my meter because I really enjoyed him last time I participated.

NaNoWriMo Progress Meter

This meter comes from Writertopia.com, where writers can find useful stuff to distract and entertain themselves, keeping the writing fires burning.

As always, I need to write 1666.67 words daily to reach the finish line. It proved to be more of a challenge than I expected, as is evident by the fact that I never finished.

Last time, I tried telling people to get them to leave me to my own devices. It didn’t help. This time, I’ll just write and not say anything. If my regular writing time isn’t feasible, I’ll take whatever time I can get, focusing on the goal of 2,000 words daily (I prefer the roundness of “2000”).

With this plan, the first week is critical. So, I’ll make particular effort to stay on track through 11.7, (my birthday by the way). Making this milestone will be a nice gift from me to me.

Come back and check out my log posts I’ll be posting here, and tell me what’s up with you.

  1. Fun, Frenzied Writing Time, 10.31.2010 – November activities are here.
  2. NaNoWriMo: I didn’t Do it Again, 11.29.2010 – No more pressing myself, I’m released.

Disturbed Sleep

3 Word Wednesday: Fragile Rampant Tremor

Thoughts occurred to me
then wouldn’t leave me.
Shaking me,
quaking deeply
before steadying to
a nauseating tremor,
at three in the morning.

Enter
my rampant paranoia
over things I can’t control
at an hour
it’s wholly unnatural
to be awake at.

Abruptly as it comes
Fear leaves me
staring, wide-eyed
trying to peace together
the fragile broken
sleep that was mined
for rest, not thinking.

The Reflecting Pool

What words pour
speak
love
    family
        friends;

whisper
technology
    poetry
        commentary.

The loudest splash in
say
write it
    think it through
        remember.

Pooled, swirling
I hear them all
as I contmeplate
their messages to me.

Except—
Ones I work diligently
to usher away
to quell quickly
after giving only
a cursory audience
    politics
        religion
            money.

Thoughts, feelings,
mixing in my mind
fitting inside the shell
of who I am.
Seeping out
in reflective
expression
with flat camouflage
of the difficult positions.

Lopsided since
true full
self-acceptance
is not so easily
said aloud
even after
I say it inside.

©2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Autumn’s Children

From germinating
seeds of Winter
come
Fall blossoms,
each a bulb
of possibilities
unnamed
unnumbered.
Of one ilk,
each given to
any of a myriad
of bents
or proclivities.

A mass of cells
nerves and synapses.
Partially defined,
further shaped
by life
by family
by choices.

Autumn’s children
face Winter
first thing.
Hard choices early
create practiced balance
genuine ease
in difficult times;
a free Spirit that
can as easily soar
in atmospheric
happy times
as they come
while they last.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Pressure Cooker

Stopped poetry flow,
random thoughts just,
a long inhale.

Life comes pouring in,
shopping, reading, cooking,
cleaning, bus rides, family changes,
long awaited rescues, bee stings
receiving forgotten packages
ripping disappointments
on the heals of very good things.
David Letterman always
—appropriate and not
with a joke to help us all
not take ourselves so seriously.

Sometimes no verses
present themselves
for days on end.

Then
comes my
soul-emptying exhale
on steam plumes
issuing forcefully,
the geyser spring
of all I took in
steeped in my mind,
weaving my words
become lines
become verses again.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers