ponderings about writings
Jan. 29th, 2004 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicicadai have had thoughts that i've needed to develop and suddenly smacked myself on the head and said 'duh, i have a journal'. i really have got to get much more clever than this. so, here, disjointed for my own benefit are some unravelings:
i think i'm starting to understand how i need to improve my poetry to take it from private to public poetry. what do i mean by this? poetry that makes everyone shiver, instead of just me. it hurts when someone doesn't get a poem, but that doesn't change the fact that they don't get it.
i'm feeling very positive about my latest work. it feels like successes are leading to confidence which is leading to better writing. is it a dream? who cares, if it beckons the muse closer, i will take it.
i'm trying to decide where to send the latest work and am actually contemplating the new *&$#^ yorker. am i too big for my britches? could be. the one thing really holding me back is that i don't have a copy of the yorker lying around and thus can't gauge what they really are looking for.[1] choice b is to choose a random literary journal or contest. i hate that. i have been vividly shown the benefit of matching work to market and do not want to send this work on the road to nowhere. then again, if the n*y'r rejects it, i can then send it elsewhere with a quick polish.
what ever happened to fiction? i keep making notes, but sputter horribly whenever i try to actually write something. i think i've got to get a few, perhaps awful, stories under my belt before abandoning this line entirely.
make a note, must try working on columns one of these days.
there's more, but as always, i'm rushing in between naptimes.
[1] yes, yes, a trip to the local library/borders has been contemplated, but sylvia is not feeling well and i don't want to take her out in the cold.
i think i'm starting to understand how i need to improve my poetry to take it from private to public poetry. what do i mean by this? poetry that makes everyone shiver, instead of just me. it hurts when someone doesn't get a poem, but that doesn't change the fact that they don't get it.
i'm feeling very positive about my latest work. it feels like successes are leading to confidence which is leading to better writing. is it a dream? who cares, if it beckons the muse closer, i will take it.
i'm trying to decide where to send the latest work and am actually contemplating the new *&$#^ yorker. am i too big for my britches? could be. the one thing really holding me back is that i don't have a copy of the yorker lying around and thus can't gauge what they really are looking for.[1] choice b is to choose a random literary journal or contest. i hate that. i have been vividly shown the benefit of matching work to market and do not want to send this work on the road to nowhere. then again, if the n*y'r rejects it, i can then send it elsewhere with a quick polish.
what ever happened to fiction? i keep making notes, but sputter horribly whenever i try to actually write something. i think i've got to get a few, perhaps awful, stories under my belt before abandoning this line entirely.
make a note, must try working on columns one of these days.
there's more, but as always, i'm rushing in between naptimes.
[1] yes, yes, a trip to the local library/borders has been contemplated, but sylvia is not feeling well and i don't want to take her out in the cold.
