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My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Off the Cuff / My Other Journal #675326 added November 8, 2009 at 4:30pm
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Ida and NaNo
It looks as if we may get a whiff of Ida, hurricane cat.2 in the gulf now. Still, its early winds have cooled us up, thank God! We're in the seventies daytime, a bit cooler at night, and the wind feels really great. Only if it wouldn't act so negatively where my allergies are concerned...
Well, you can't win them all. I still have the windows open. Hubby says we should have the AC on before asthma starts acting up on me, but I am really enjoying the cool, fresh air. So the windows are open, AC's off, and I am crossing my fingers for the rest.
As to Nano, after starting each day with a thousand plus words every morning, then adding to it in smaller increments through the course of the day, this morning I felt I needed a break. So, after my usual Sunday morning routine in real life, I did some sewing/mending, some FB games, and baked bread. Still, my entrails didn't let me, and I wrote about 700 some words.
I think I'll take a break in the late afternoon and write my next newsletter, since I have been dying to write something else.
This NaNo novel got to me like I want to throw up over it. On the plus side, I am starting to identify and empathize with the characters, even with the villainous ones. I am curious how I'll wrap the ending up. My outline did not have any ending. Anyhow, I never know my endings while I write.
As I come close to midpoint, so many different ideas for other novels or stories are popping up in my mind. This must the result of some fear mechanism or the escapist attitude that sometimes ails me, which accounts for the many half-finished pieces of fiction I have left inside my computer, this present one and the other computers I have killed. No worries (or should I worry) since I probably have them backed up on CD's, though I don't think I have enough lifetime left to finish them all; plus, not that I mean to. |
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