Poet Progressing to Prose

Monthly Archive: June 2018

Critique by Wednesday Writers Group

This array of hexagons is my usual basis for hatching out a plot for a story. At some stage I can pull out a thread enabling the stringing of words together.

I have fully plotted an outline for the work now in progress and on Monday morning wrote the first 550+ words. Not a massive output, but within that I have pulled into the opening,  links to ideas I had mapped out for further within the story. Economy? 🙂

The really great aspect of those words is the length fits within the acceptable limits for critiquing by the group.  Their input is greatly valued and taken on board.  Next step is to read aloud to catch any errant typos – yesterday caught, but who knows – my fat fingers when amending…….? That will have nailed it. Then onto the next. I have the general gist of the next scene, but have more thinking to do. I can already see a need to reach out to a mathematician/physicist to test an idea before I commit to typing the notion onto the page.

Putting on my prognosticating hat, I can see a fair bit of confusion ahead – which I have already signposted with the word ‘spooky’ within the text of the 500.

Too late to go to bed. I might fall asleep and miss the photography workshop at 9:30. Can catch up with a nap before eye specialist appointment at 4:50. Both eyes today so won’t be feeling up to much later. Takes a bit to relax after gearing up to the procedure, but better than the alternative.  Luckily I managed to catch the right eye before much damage happened. With regular treatment my left eye is now better than see here – more the distortion than the grey spot. Prevents driving at night, but as I have no need of a car while living in the centre of a city with excellent public transport, that is problem. Enough for now. Remember, I have deactivated Facebook until the first draft is completed so any comment? 

 

No longer apologising

At last I am beginning to accept something about myself which can only be described by others as boasting or, in Australian parlance, skiting. Currently showing TV series about bright children has undone some restriction I had been placing on myself.  I have been saying it in poetry for years and time I listened to myself.

One measurement has had me labelled as ‘gifted’, another reported ‘genius’ – also commented as such by a mathematician on reading how I use an array of hexagons in the planning process for plotting a novel.

It is one thing to have someone else say it, another to accept it oneself.  The reason I am now without teeth is that I was busy grinding them from an early age. At least since age 7 that I can recall. My mother’s only known remedy was to dose me for ‘worms’ which was a common fallacy back then. Such underlying anxiety would, these days, be recognised as such, but back then, 70 years ago my mental state was hidden behind the request to be ‘a brave little girl’ when my mother had to leave me in charge while she was forced to deal with a traumatic event. When 55 years old, I woke in tears, sobbing my heart out as I no longer had to be a brave little girl. I still ground my teeth. And so very many people think one’s brains are so attached! 🙂

One novel under my belt and out there for the world to judge. I am now on the second during which I intend to do some judging myself! Have deactivated my Facebook account until the first draft is completed. I have lost/mislaid my Steemit password which cannot be recovered.  This disengagement allows my attention to writing, instead of just thinking about writing.

The plot for the next novel has been outlined and this morning I wrote the first 500+ words which I will take to the Wednesday Writers for critique tomorrow. This is a small group, but one I hold in great regard and whom I will be delighted to list and acknowledge their contribution to my work.

This blog will be my only outlet now. I will not know if you have read it unless you comment, so however briefly, please say ‘hello”.

Or, if you are in the area, visit Friendly Street Poets, first Monday of the month, or the poetry readings at Mama Jambo third Monday. My two outings.