Friday night is here. I wish I could feel like it wasn't past me already. Cindy and Kate are in the living room watching an episode of "What not to wear" which I have to confess I have already seen. I am at the computer, considering which of my most recent poems I could submit to some the Southern literary quarterlies. I would love to see some of my poems published in one of these. Cindy thinks I should submit one of my poems to several different publications.
I would love to succeed at my writing. I would love to be published. My problem is that when I have liked my work in the past, I changed my mind later. I go through a love hate relationship with all of it. It doesn't hold up to the test of time.
I look through all of the poems in my collection of blogs and I like some of them. But I seem to do better when I think about it before hand and then sit down and throw it all out very quickly. The time becomes the preparation. The actual writing occurs over a short period of time.
One of the lessons I learned in college in football was that the preparation or practice was so important and translated into the actual games, rather than trying to work it all during the games themselves. The effort has to occur prior to the actual effort.
You can't create the effort in the game without the main effort occurring in your preparation for the game. The preparation is the most important part of the game.
What this means for my poetry involves going through the idea prior to the actual writing and then doing it on paper. I think if I create a theme or a plot beforehand, the ability to put it on paper will go better.
Maybe what I need is a real journal where I put themes and plot synopses and even characters from which I can draw later.
Friday, July 27, 2007
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