Progress is being made–just not in a calculable fashion.
A few pages have been written. Just me cutting loose and getting words down. Because, like the brilliant Ali says: quantity, not quality.
So I’ve decided to write freestyle, trying to use a lot of repetition with the words. After all, sestinas repeat six words six times over, at least. With the repetition, I at least have some guage on where my stanzas/lines should be. Then I can cut and paste and then cut and paste again.
The good news about rocking the poetry out freestyle first (by freestyle I mean not worrying about a damn thing–including punctuation) is that a lot of really random, weird, and beautiful things start popping up. You think you’re gonna talk about one thing and throw it up on the top of the page as a working title, and then BAM! (as the great Emeril would say) something totally new and unexpected comes up.
It’s been a while since I’ve let the gunk that’s in my brain spill out onto the page, but there’s some neat bits coming out as well.
Even though I remain a bit frustrated, I’m learning. And I guess, in the end, that’s the point.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.