I’ve been struggling with my writing. I’ve hit a wall. I’m dead in the water. I’m sure that many of you have felt that way from time to time. I’ve been trying to write in the family room where there is lots of noise and confusion. My husband sits next to me watching his Netflix videos (he is not the distraction). My son, who sits behind me doing his live-streaming thing, is a huge distraction. I tried to take a picture of him and his area, but my tablet was not playing nicely. So using my amazing writing skills, I’ll describe what it looks and sounds like.
Two monitors side by side, a huge microphone that hangs overhead, enormous headphones, cups, dishes, papers, a fedora and shirt litter his area. (Now I must confess that my area around my two monitor system on the other side of the family room does not look a whole lot better). My son is loud, really loud. He loves to chat with his buddies online, he loves to do voice impressions, he loves to use his amazing talent. And he is talented–a professional voice actor, so why wouldn’t he use his voice. But ALL.THE.TIME! I don’t want to discourage his creativity, but seriously, I need a quiet space to write. So I cleared off the roll-top desk in my bedroom and set up my laptop.
I am feeling the nudges now to get to work!
What do you do to create your writing space?
April is national poetry month. I am terrible at poetry. However I learned something amazing from my friend Angela Morrison. You can check out her books and such on her website.
Angela starts with a piece of prose, turns it into poetry and then back into prose from it’s poetic state. I decided I’d give it a try. Here is my example taken from my current work in progress. Tell me what you think.
First the Paragraph taken directly from my work in progress:
Something crackled near me, as if lightening had struck the tree. Brilliant lights danced before my eyes like tiny super-charged sparklers. Anthony’s arms wrapped around me. “Come back to me.”
I buried my face against his shoulder and took deep breaths. The searing pain had vanished.
Now the poetry form:
Crackling, nearby, close enough to touch.
Lightning in the trees,
Brilliant light dances before my eyes
Super-charges sparklers leaving halos on my retinas.
Anthony’s arms hold me tight
Nestling me like a comforter
“Come back to me.”
His shoulder firm, reassuring
Smells of Paco Rabanne
And I am here, wrapped in safety
Fleeting though it may be.
Gone is the searing pain.
And a dragon.
Here is the final draft:
Crackling split the air nearby, close enough for the sparks to dance before my eyes, like super-charged sparklers leaving halos on my retinas. Anthony’s arms held me tight, nestling me like a comforter. With my head pressed against his firm, reassuring shoulder, he smells of his cologne. For a fleeting moment I was safe, the searing pain–gone. In the silence that followed, it was him and me. And a dragon.
I like it much better. Still needs a bit of tweaking, but now the sentence is in a much better state.
This is how you can incorporate poetry into your writing and make your sentences sound more literary. Do you like to write poetry?