Monthly Archives: January 2012
I noticed the first version of this exercise the other day and thought I’d try another. Basically, both are just snippets of phrasing with only the most vague idea of what they might be eventually. I started with the same first line as the last exercise and just let my mind wander while I free-wrote the verse. Both versions are superficially about love or repressed emotion, but I haven’t figured out where I’ll go just yet. I’ll probably try to put them together and see what the overarching feeling or sentiment seems to be. Then I’ll try to write a draft that has an actual direction and see how that goes.
The willful deception of my heart sustains me,
succor to my hopelessness.
Waiting patiently, like a mother,
It calls to me–coaxing me into it’s embrace.
Though wounded deeply, I endure,
Finding respite in misery, wallowing.
Understanding glimpsed through this cage,
Waking from desperate nightmares,
Turning ever away from my path.
Awash with fear I’m too weak to overcome,
I wait, I regress.
Picking moonshadows from the Earth
As I still my mind, mesmerized.
Oh but the fortune I seek zealously
Jealously guarding my offering.
Desperate lust and hope restrained.
The smallest ember glows fitfully dim,
As I, so unaware, search for this misunderstood
and malignant creature.
Craddled in my chest, It beats desperately against
The cage I’ve erected round it.
Freed, It would destroy me.
There are many ways people go about firing up the creative impulse and coming up with solid ideas or even the beginnings of a writing project. I wish I had some foolproof method for beginning that flowed progressively forward through completion of a written work. I don’t. Just a couple of days ago, I tried to just do a simple exercise, and although I put a few things down, I would probably have been better served getting some sleep or trying to draw. My brain adamantly refused to process verbally.
Normally though, I can usually flip the switch and actually do something simple at the least. To that end, I use a number of very basic methods to “try” to get into the writing frame of mind and to “try” to get inspired. Below is a straight copy and paste from the same text file where I’ve done a few quick exercises over a couple of days. I’ll break them down.
The first part was from a few days ago. I had the word minstrel pop into my head and immediately starting thinking of a scene where a minstrel played for a small group of people in a tavern. I wrote the first word down and then jotted down the remaining words as I thought about the scene.
As I thought about it, I expanded the visual image to include a walled city in the early dawn. Yes, I know that my recent infatuation with that time of day is getting a little out of hand, but that’s also the way it goes when you spend a lot of time thinking about something while revising other work. And I have no idea where Onus came from, but I put it down regardless.
Anyway, after only a few seconds, I had a short list, but I also had a visual image in my head of a scene. So I wrote the first line below. From there I followed the progression of what the light would do as it played across the stone walls and wrote the second line. Then I brought the minstrel in and completed the stanza with a rhyming fourth verse that fit with the dynamic scene I had evolving in my mind’s eye.
The dying sun casts fitful rays at the cold stone walls of the keep.
Shadows grow in cracks and bowls among that flinty face.
Minstrels tune the lute and lyre in preparation for the night.
Chandlers with their waxy wands spread light about the place.
I don’t know if I’ll ever do anything more with this, but it has at least a little potential as the beginning of a poem that tells a story. You’ll also notice that I consciously shifted away from dawn toward dusk, which changed my mindset but also fit the feeling of a beginning of a long evening rather than the closing of one.
Later in the same day, I was thinking about my unborn child. I’ve always been a little distractible, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who knows me that I was randomly daydreaming about a child six months from birth. During my imaginings, I thought about the fact that this is my first child, and that although I’ve been around and helped rear many children of both family and friends, this will be the first time when I have real weight behind what I say and do when I raise my child. So I thought about what I would tell him or her. The quick list of thoughts that follow is the result.
Letter to my unborn child
I hope you are better than me. That is my wish, my greatest desire. I want you to understand the benefit of hard work better and much sooner than I did. I want you understand kindness and selflessness without having to endure the worst of those lessons. I want you to be a person to inspire others. I want you to be judged and scrutinized by everyone and never be found lacking. I want you to be successful.
These are tiny little sentences that wrap up huge moments in my life. I think it likely I will tell my child all the truth I can muster as he or she grows, and so I stopped writing this exercise because I realized the futility of trying to wrangle that kind of scope into even a grand volume, so much experience to mete out. Yet, I also stopped because I realized that the little bit I wrote could be used to start countless other things as I expounded upon the events I learned from growing up.
Then earlier today I was working on the Early Dawn draft and playing with verses that were thematically similar. I started with a mental image of early dawn and hit upon the following bit of verse:
Fitful traces of radiance draw forth form
From the erstwhile edges or deepest night
Depths resolve to surrender themselves
To the inevitable advance of invasive light
This verse doesn’t work with the other stanzas in Early Dawn, so I left it alone and moved on to the verse that I did include in the previous post. I like some of this short stanza, and although it didn’t work as originally intended, it stimulated me enough to write the additional stanza. Maybe I’ll come back to this at some point or incorporate it.
And the last bit is some simple verse I jotted down after seeing the word “stirrings” in the Early Dawn draft stanza I had written. I thought about the word and started putting down some verse.
A stirring is felt within.
It is not something of the mind,
But of the soul.
How dare I speak of the soul,
Yet dismiss it as fantasy or mythology.
How and why and what are questioned,
And where are answers to be found.
It wasn’t meant to be thematic or even cohesive, but as one verse led to another, I started to tie them together more. Again, this is just an exercise. I’ll probably not use any of this, but if looking back on it another time, I find myself inspired, then it is a success as a writing exercise.
I guess I’d have to say I have two overall approaches to getting inspired. The first and most common for me is through visual imagery, be it a mental image I construct of a scene or event or something I witness first hand. Based on the vision, I create action or observation that I then feel compelled to put down on paper. The second approach is verbal. Hearing or thinking about a word or phrase is often the stimulus that causes me to want to write it down. Once I have put something down, my mind naturally wants to toy with it and see if there is more to be coaxed from the words.
I’m not trying to espouse any method of divining inspiration, as I truly believe it’s a personal thing that has to be found out. In all honesty, this post is more about self exploration than about sharing my experience. If you find it useful or at least interesting, that’s just a bonus.
This is actually less a second draft than it is a bit of content with a question. The question is how should I proceed? I was thinking of some of the imagery of the late night/early morning, and I started writing some verse. I like much of the new stanza, but it very obviously doesn’t fit at the end of the poem where it was originally tacked on. The original three stanzas are much more cohesive–likely because they were written together on the same day, so it’s hard to split them as they flow together well. Part of the problem is that the new material, while in line with the theme, does not fit conveniently anywhere with regard to the timing of the coming of dawn.
The lack of cohesion was strong enough that I stopped working on another stanza to try to find a way forward. I think from this point I could go many directions: I could omit the stanza and try to create new verse that fits the earlier draft, I could revise and/or reposition the stanza to try to make it mesh more with the original material, or I could possibly create more verse that would smooth the transition.
I settled on trying option two and three. I moved the stanza around, and it fits best at the top, but needs revision to change the feel. There also needs to be at least one more stanza after it to smooth the transition to the appearance of the light. So as of now, that’s the answer to my question. I’ll work on that for now and see where it goes.
Waking creatures announce themselves,
With fitful stirrings of leaf and frond.
Roiling water marks piscine play,
On the mirrored surface of crystal pond.
Chitter and click of darkness fades,
As faithless denizens of the night abscond;
Nocturnal beasts retreat silently,
Through fields and woods and the hills beyond
Cool grey predawn catches fire,
Burns ever brighter as the sun ascends;
Radiant warmth fights silently,
Against the crisply coursing autumn wind.
Trees and grasses shiver and sough,
Hum tenuous tones on sway and bend;
Chanting songbirds lend melody,
The ethereal chorus of twilights end.
Hill and swale coalesce in form,
Awash with mornings first tentative rays.
Mounting dawn coaxes color forth,
Drawing vibrant hues from the muted haze.
Golden tones color Fall’s last leaves,
Sharing final splendor in dying days.
Deep violet skies flee fleetly west,
Seeking refuge once more as night decays.
Long shadows creep across the land,
False strength that falters as day grows bright.
Earth and stone sit stolid and cold,
Unavailing resistance to warming light;
Crystaline dew breaks free from bonds,
Restlessly stirring, grasps the wind and takes flight.
Eternal sun dances onward up,
An overarching orb empowering life.
I thought I’d post this funny tidbit. I was telling my wife that I really needed to do something “artistic” since it has been a while since I’d drawn or painted, and I’m not that good to begin with, so I need the practice. She then says that I should draw her something. I asked her what she would like me to draw her, and I got no response. I thought she had decided to ruminate on the idea, and that she would get back to me when she had a more concrete idea of what I could do specifically for her.
Well, since I was actually allowing the creative impulse to drive me to open the sketch book and sharpen the pencils, I knew I was actually motivated enough to overcome my general laziness when it comes to breaking out the supplies and actually making some marks. And since she hadn’t offered up a subject, I turned to a website meant for artists to study and/or practice called the Drawing Script. It’s located here: http://lovecastle.org/draw/.
It’s a website that will display a configurable selection of images, either in a click-to-advance or automated slideshow. The subject material is somewhat configurable, but lends itself to figure drawing. You can view nude or clothes figures or a few body parts such as hands or heads. I found the site through http://www.ctrlpaint.com/, which is a very cool website with a lot of free digital art instruction.
I elected to draw a simple posed hand since I seriously haven’t drawn anything in many months, and I am by no means a master of any media. So, I check the Hands checkbox, set it to not advance so I could pick an image myself, and clicked the Draw! button. To my delight, the first image that popped up was–in my estimation–pretty cool and had some elements that I thought would be fun to try to draw. So I did. This is the result:
The entire drawing process was great. I was dialed in spatially, I was making good marks, I was getting good contrast and detail, and I wasn’t having to correct the image much at all. I was ecstatic! Granted, I know that’s not going to beat most middleschoolers with talent, but for me, that’s a really good result after not having drawn in so long.
Problem is that my pregnant wife thought I was intending to draw something for her. So by not giving me direction earlier, she was giving me freedom to come up with a wonderful idea of something nice for her rather than free rein to just draw whatever. I go into the bedroom feeling good about myself, wake up my pregnancy-napping wife, and show her a picture of a hand holding a knife. First impression was not great!
After a measure of understanding drizzled in, I explained the disconnect and how funny it was. I don’t think she agreed. I must now learn to draw flowers, possibly inside of an apology card.
Well, my wife and I returned home tonight after a long weekend of visiting relatives for a Christmas get together. It was fun, and since we are still newlyweds, and it was her family we were visiting, it was another good chance for me to spend time with them. They are much more spread out as a group than my entire mile-or-so-apart–parents-to-third-cousins–mass of family in the country. We had a great time sans driving six hours.
Sadly, though, I’m now down to only tomorrow as my last day of vacation from work, then it’s back to the job. That might not be a bad thing for the writing however, since I often spend a little time on lunch breaks writing this and that. I’ll try to post more diligently.
I just this very moment realized that I didn’t make any New Years Resolutions last night. I was lying in bed watching a movie in a hotel room while my pregnant wife snoozed next to me (yep, that’s exactly how I get down–HOLLA!). So I’ll make the same standard resolutions including getting in better shape, making more money/spending less/being smarter with it, and doing the best I can at all I do. Beyond that however, I will make a few legitimate, “FOCUS” resolutions:
- Be the best husband I can, which at this point includes a lot of catering to my wife as she brings forth my progeny.
- Be the best father I can, so that my child might have a chance to know a little of what I had growing up.
- And continue to write and write more prolifically including, if at all possible, completing a manuscript and sending it off to a publisher.
That seems like plenty of work, and I hereby reserve the right to wuss out on resolution three if resolution two owns me for a while, which is very likely.
(I used what is very likely the most highly experimental punctuation above. Feel free to let me know if you would present my family situation more eloquently. Thanks!)