Now that National Poetry Writing Month is over, I thought it would be cool to take a look back at what was achieved, what was learned, and what could be done better… not necessarily in that order.
So for those who don’t know, the goal is to write 30 poems in 30 days. I did not achieve that goal this year. I think I wrote 30 pieces of writing, but a few were not poems. I guess a couple could have been poems if I added more line breaks. But still, in the strictest interpretation of the rules of NaPoWriMo, I did fall short of the goal.
However, it seems pertinent to interrogate what the point of NaPoWriMo actually is. This is going to be different for different people. But to me the points are to write more, write better, and to develop a rhythm within yourself, both in the writing and in the production of the writing.
To this point, I feel that I succeeded. I definitely wrote more. And that was awesome. I wrote some utter garbage, but I also wrote some things that I am truly proud of. And I developed a new writing routine that really suits my life at this moment.
Since I decided to do the exercise publicly on WordPress, I got to meet a lot of cool people and got some really interesting feedback in the comments section. This was my favorite part of the project.
Now I feel empowered to go forward and write more stuff in public. I don’t know if I’m going to keep the same grueling schedule that NaPoWriMo demanded of me. But with my new routine and my new friends, I’m really looking forward to what happens next. As cheesy as that is.
Writing is terrible. Nobody should do it. It’s hard and nobody reads what you write and 95% of what you write is going to be trash. That’s just math.
But if you have to write don’t write every day. If you read books on writing they will say to write every day. But don’t do it. It’s a trap.
Writing every day reduces your output to a thin pink slurry of awful diarrhea.
I do it because I want this blog to be successful. But you’ll notice the quality diminishes.
I get away with it because I’m extremely self-critical in my writing. People seem to like when I talk shit about my own work. But that doesn’t make it good.
Write when you feel inspired. Write when you don’t want to. Write when something cool happens. Write when you have a revelation. But don’t write every day. You will feel dirty for the awful things you produce.
if we are living we are not made of stone. our bones are not broken yet. we’ve made our houses in the shade and our blankets are dry for now. we dream of drinking light and our shadows turn to bricks with which we construct new libraries and all the books are made of our best stories our best shelves
puddles splash forever light crawls into pores the sun is only softness and never shades of brutality.
all business dies. all business dies. and the curse of commerce is lifted