As mentioned all over this blog, I consider myself a novelist. Over the course of this blog’s long life, I’ve written three.
Writing a novel requires PATIENCE, FOCUS, STUBBORNNESS and, lets face it, a fair bit of something….let’s call it TOM FOOLERY.
A person does not take that long-novel-writing journey without a certain, er, foolish resolve.
Like being a kid, looking over a broad canyon, planning to jump it with your bike.
I THINK I CAN MAKE IT.
And then you do. (!)
That’s novel writing.
Lately, I’ve been trying out other genres. It’s been fun!
Poetry has been especially freeing.
It’s like dream interpretation, word association, puzzle solving, and sudden catharsis all in one.
Or, as I put it an email to someone:
you get to cut through all meandering BS and dive right into the heart of the matter.
- what does a writer do?
- how do they do it?
- is it a glamorous occupation?
- is it just me?
- how do other writer’s do it?
- to prove that you can write about anything
- to show that writing doesn’t always have to have DEEP MEANING or be SUPER SERIOUS…it can just be about FUN and EXPLORATION
- just in case you started reading it in the picture, and wondered how the heck it ends (I know such things would bother me, perhaps they also bother you) — I will end the suspense, just read on!
By Julie Johnson
these serotonin pills
like a dog stranded ten
days in the desert
hey, this ain’t no mirage…
lapping it up
like a swimmer
training for a ten k
my brain is
a blue raspberry
slurried ice machine
in hot summer
‘I am your goldfish
In a bowl’