Thursday, March 31, 2011

Goal-y time at the Orchid House - Round 2 targets (heh. cool. I've got some!)

Good Evening, computer friends! How does our pale greyish brownish tannish spring find you? Or, have you been found by a Different spring than our Twin Cities variety? Anyone out there spotting fresh blades of grass? Pale peridot tree-buds? Crocus?  Hmmm.  Well, worth a try.  Tonight is the night - if something pretty happened outside in your neck of the woods, feel free to comment and brag about it here, because I'd give someone's a gimpy foot to hear about SOMEONE having a pretty season. (Oops - hang on a sec. Last night we had a baby pink/baby blue sunset. That Almost offsets the, erm, rabbit leavings that are dotting the beige grass in the yard!)

Having been thrashed REPEATEDLY by my goals last round of ROW 80, I'm trying to wise up a bit setting goals for round 2.  (For those of you who missed it - A Round of Words in 80 Days is a writing challenge - you set your goals, and blog/post progress 2x weekly to stay accountable.  Others on the challenge cheer you on and you boost them up and it's all pretty damned nifty. Click badge at right to visit the homepage ;-).  So, hmm. what are these goals? Gladja asked.

#1. Don't exclude poetry.  Edit - even partially - one poem/week, or come up with a new one if I'm too sick of editing.  I've written either 12 or 13 poems this year and most of them need the mighty 'de-crapify' button. Sending them off to crit partners only counts if I revise something that same week.

#2. Continue the Work In Progress (hereafter = the WIP, a.k.a. the evil un-named short novella or long story). Now that I understand some writing time is mulling, pacing, grumping, drawing a blank, researching, I get that tracking word count just won't help me. Effort will. I've learned that yes, sometimes, I really do need large blocks of time.  But my head will still be here when I turn off the computer (sometimes it does it's Best work when I'm not using it!) So, my best effort will come if I just pick a time slot and stick to it. 30 minutes.  It won't be the WIP every day.  Some days it might be poetry, some days it may be research, and some days it will be fretting, mulling, and writing complete crap, but, I'll show up and I'll do it. Even editing someone else's work counts here, folks, I'm still beyond thrilled about what I've learned while beta-reading.  That is Totally writing work!

#3. I'm kind of liking the idea of self publishing, so part of the 30 minutes might start turning into educating myself on that aspect, once most of the poetry is solid. However, ROW 80 is a writing challenge, and I may have to turn education into a whole different time slot.  Given that the story has so far to go, I'm thinking this should come into play further down the road. Carts before horses, and all that....

#4. Save one weekend day as a writing-free zone unless it happens in the a.m., before the family wakes. Otherwise, I won't have much fun to feed my week, and it's massively unfair to them to boot.

Besides, eventually, it's going to be gorgeous out there.....someday. I'd hate to miss it.

G'night.


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Day to Learn New Things....

I've been honored, these last few days, by folks who sent me pieces to review - either for feedback, or just to share what is on their mind. This has taught me a few unexpected things about myself, for which I'm nothing but grateful.

A day or two ago, I mentioned having a talented poet read my Winter poem, her name is Sue Crouse.  She's in a Fellowship program at the Loft (a pretty prestigious writing organization and resource in Minneapolis).  Happily, she shared with me two of her recent poems.  Wow and wow.

Typically, I would have shied away from work like hers. I know she is working through a devastating loss in her life, yet as poignant as her work was, the brilliance of her poems, and the silver lining they offered was far more uplifting than I could have guessed.  It is hard to work through grief and honor it gracefully with any art, but in Sue's hands, the grace, beauty, and love that shines through balances the truth and depth of her pain. Despite my long history of being a chicken of anything sad, sentimental, or emotionally moving, I am thrilled to pieces to have read her work. Expect me to trumpet LOUDLY if she is does readings or publishes anywhere at all :-)

I also finished comments for Claudia Lefeve, the Second beta-read I've done.  What I've learned from Claudia (and my UK crit partner Julia, yet Another Very Talented poet)  is that if I get grabbed by a story or poem, I get REALLY caught up in the review process.  Like, I had to re-word a comment (forgot to tell her this one) because I meant to say 'not sure what you should do with this...'  but what I actually Typed was 'not sure what we  should do with this....' a bit self-involved, here? :-)  There are aspects of her story that made writing look so.....easy.  The writing got transparent, and the story spoke for itself. 

And, that's the way it should be, right?

Anyway, as I get back to sorting out a decent writing rhythm, i surely do hope to practice what I'm lucky to learn from fellow writers.

May we all have pleasant revelations this week!

S.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Submissions: Fi-lay Oh Fish-Two, Me- Zip. Me + Muse= Win! (er, I hope!)

Hello again!

I've been battling a few things lately - terrible tummy aches and an escape-artist muse.

Tonight, I've had it with nausea and am swearing off eating fried fast food for the rest of my foreseeable life. If it's fried, it can hurt someone else's tummy.  I'm done with it. I love cooking good food, so why I sabotage two days in a row on something from mcRotten's is beyond me.  Anything that makes me, of all people, not want Good food, coffee, or wine is impinging on my quality of life and it has got to go. Today was a tiring write off and I am not happy.

So, about that muse...

My mom is good friends with a talented writer (and all-around wonderful person) named Sue Crouse.  Sue is married to an all-around wonderful person named Al Crouse.  Al and Sue thoughtfully reviewed one of the poems I did this year - Winter, Act 1.  This was at the request of my mother, who has known them for Quite a long time, and knew they wouldn't mind.  Not only did they review it thoughtfully, they took a solid chunk of time out to do so.  Then, even better, Sue sent a personal note delving into some of her background, and said we could talk poetry any time I wanted :-)

Then, of course, I DROPPED poetry for the short story and the ROW 80 challenge, and delayed...and delayed....and delayed working on her suggested edits.  Until this week.  I printed out Winter yesterday, to re-read it alongside my keyboard.  And felt too uncomfortable to do much about it. However, tonight, with the Dakota County 2011 Poetry Month contest deadline LOOMING, I attacked Winter.  I dug into all of Sue's suggestions (they were Highly reasonable, and completely on-point.)  I then researched a few ideas for other weak areas.  Then I read and re-edited about 5 times.

And, finally, submitted it.

Results will be news sometime in April - of course, I'm going to haunt my in-box to see if a confirmation has been sent.  Next I am going to switch out the laundry (told you today went slow) and, then, I am going to sit down again.

And write a very nice thank-you note to Sue.

(later this week, an update on my second foray into being a Beta Reader, this time for the lovely and talented and exceedingly nice Claudia Lefeve.)

G'night. 

Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from old scarecrows, shifty cats, and tummy aches.

S.