Inspired? Do it.

A little less than a month ago, I was sitting in my living room with my boyfriend and we were writing. He was working on his novel and I was working on a new poem. This particular poem that I was working on felt a lot like I was digging for a piece of myself that was hidden and strongly attached to my insides. None the less, I found it, grabbed onto it, and yanked it out pulling some anxiety along for the ride.

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This isn’t the first time that has happened over the past few months. With honest writing comes a certain level of anxiety. When you dig up traumatic parts of your life, it shakes you. Not to mention, you’re putting it on a page that you will most likely read to someone or have someone read. While I’ve been powering through, I found myself incredibly drained after this instance. All of a sudden I was dealing with old anxiety issues, ones that I thought I had already defeated. Then it dawned on me…balance. The key to everything in my life is balance. Maybe you feel the same way?

I sat in the living room talking to my boyfriend about what had just happened in my brain, talking about balance. Then, I remembered a dream. A dream I had probably a little more than a year ago.

[Note: I’m a superstitious human, so you might be a little confused moving forward. Sorry.]

I proceeded to tell my boyfriend about the dream and followed it up with, “Why don’t I write about that? I can write poetry and write that too, can’t I?”

Being the encouraging human that he is, he of course supported me.

Suddenly I was filled with a breath of fresh air. It was almost like I hadn’t taken in breath like this in years. I practically ran out the door in that moment on a quest for a new journal. (Everyone needs a new journal for a new project, right?) Since then, I’ve been writing. I’ve been working on my poetry and working on this new project. Guess what? It feels great. I felt inspired, I followed my instincts, and I’m so happy I did.

Now, I’m not sure if anyone ever looks at the “Writing” tab on my blog, but today I added this…

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Sorry, I’m superstitious and so afraid that the ideas will run away scared…

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…more to come soon!

All in all, if you’re inspired…DO IT! Don’t think about it, just do it! Write. Write. Write.

Until next time,

Christine

P.S. Guess who’s in the process of applying to MFA programs? This girl.

If I Ever Get Lucky Enough…

…to write enough poems to sort into a collection, I think I have a fitting title. I came up with it today while driving and it was one of those moments where I thought, “Oh wow! That’s simple…but incredibly ironic and clever…”

Of course now you’re going to be mad that I’m not going to tell you what it is. I’m sorry. I’m just too paranoid for that sort of sharing… =)

I will tell you that I’ve been working on a lot of poems. I developed some kind of “two-line” disease where I write two lines and stop. I don’t think they’re the type of poems like “In a Station of the Metro” by Ezra Pound where they are mind blowing and effective enough to just be left that way, but I guess you never know. Although I did learn the other day that “In a Station of the Metro” was originally 30+ lines and Pound worked on it for a year until he cut it down to two lines (three if you include the title.) Perhaps some of these poems will just take longer to work on. I’m happy that the ideas are there at least.

Within the past week I did finish two poems. So, progress is progress! I’m happy with them.

I hope you are all feeling inspired and jotting down ideas frequently!

Until next time,

Christine

The Disorganized Writer

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For those of you that know me well, you’ll know that I am an insanely organized person. That doesn’t just include my day to day life, I am usually a very organized writer as well. Due to the personal circumstances that have turned my life upside down, the past two months have been spent exploring what it’s like to be disorganized in every aspect of my life. I wouldn’t say that I’m necessarily choosing to be this way, but I think things can really get tough when you’re going through major life changes. You start to lose yourself in certain ways, and discover parts of yourself that you didn’t know were there.

I half expected my creative brain to shut itself off and go into some kind of deep dark hibernation, but I’m happy to report that it’s still there, alive and kicking. The major difference is, I find myself writing things in a highly disorganized manor. Whether it be quickly jotting down a few notes on a scrap piece of paper, or emailing myself some dialogue while I’m at the store, I’m all over the place.

I want to say that I’m working on a new project, but it’s hard to really define what that project is. It’s definitely an exploration of new territory, I can tell you that much. I’m normally not the type of writer that can write chapters out of order, but I absolutely have been. If someone opened up the most recent documents that I’ve been typing, they probably wouldn’t make sense to them at all. But that’s okay, because they only need to make sense to me. I know that in time I will go back and fit all of the puzzle pieces together in an orderly way.

So tell me, fellow writers…how do you conquer creative disorganization? Do you find yourself writing things out of order, or are you more of the planning type?

Until next time,

Christine

P.S. Brief Query Process Update – Round Three stats: 5 rejection letters, 5 no responses. I’ll be sending out another ten letters ASAP! Fingers crossed.