I am slowly making progress on this writing thing, despite that other thing called life.
I bought this book:
I have been researching my little heart out.
I also bought this book:Sage Cohen's Writing the Life Poetic. All I can say is OMG, this book is fun (did that make me sound like a valley girl?). I am enjoying it so much. It's all short chapters -- easy to slip into a few minutes in the morning before I go to work -- with a poetry subject, a poem for inspiration, and exercises to try yourself. Some sample chapters include: Tell Someone Else's Story, The Alchemy of Doing Nothing, Work the White Space: Shaping Poems with Line and Thirteen Ways of Looking (bonus points for anyone who gets the reference in that last chapter title). There are also chapters on submitting poems and even on blogging. Speaking of which, I could probably stand to skip ahead to those chapters!
I also finally dug out the tape recorder someone gave me for Christmas a year or two back. I am using it to record those random brilliant thoughts I always seem to have commuting to work when I'm doing 65 in traffic and can't possibly write anything down.
And most importantly of all? Yep, I'm writing. Getting up a little earlier, going into work a little laer, and carving out my space to write. Submitting is something I can work on while my husband and I hang out on the couch.
So in these little moments, I am making progress. Slowly, but... well, we all know where I'm going with this. I am making it happen, tortoise-style.