Today, I began a poem. I stopped, and then restarted. I pulled together a stanza, which I liked, and then stopped it.
Tried again. Three stanzas, and I’ve decided I can’t figure out where to bring it to next. Ironic, as it’s answering the prompt decision. I decided to go for a different poem, and pulled a title from the sky. The title looked at me from the screen, blinking cursor. I wonder why they’re called cursors – is it because you want to (or do) curse looking at them blink when you have no inspiration?
Lack of inspiration isn’t the problem. It’s time. My brain throws so many fun exciting new poem ideas (which is actually a welcome change) that I never quite manage to get to them all, between working and commuting… I hear you’re supposed to do this ‘sleep’ thing too, apparently it’s good for you.
So yeah, I had that cool new poem idea and then my brain penblocked me. Hahaha no, it cackled in the recesses of my mind. You have to earn it. Do the full poem. No shortcuts.
I dutifully typed it into the memo section of my phone, which incidentally has a lot of similar memos. So does my iPod.
Also, I was going to give this a title in French, something about the deluge, but then I realized I don’t know enough French to correctly do the title, and I don’t know the phrase in German. That sounds strange to me: I know phrases in French and not German, when it was German I studied for a million years.
I think this just became a stream-of-consciousness.
Oh, and I’m resurrecting my Stellar and Lunar challenge.
*rambles off to do writing stuff elsewhere… er, sleep*