Spending the evening starting to plan my first self-published poetry collection! Exciting stuff. At the moment it looks like it’s going to be around 40 poems/pages, which is sort of a bit longer than an average chapbook and shorter than a typical collection. I think going for a chapbook length would be better, so I have some cutting down to do. This is going to be tricky.
Hello! I have set up a Patreon account for my poetry! If you don’t know what Patreon is, it’s a subscription service for creators. Readers can pledge a certain amount of money per month (anything from $1 or more – it’s up to you!) and get access to exclusive poetry by me, available only to subscribers. That’s stuff I don’t put on my Tumblr (https://www.writersam.co.uk) or anywhere else. There are some cool rewards as well for people who pledge $20 or more per month, like a free copy of my poetry collection when it comes out, and more!
The link to my Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/writersam so please take a look, and if you’d like to read more of my work I would love it if you subscribed. $1 per month is less than a cup of coffee, and the benefits will last like, loads longer. I would love, love, love to make my writing a full-time job, so if you do subscribe, I cannot thank you enough!
That’s the problem with language; sometimes you can be saying the right words but they don’t mean the right thing. Like an idiom or a turn of phrase when you’re learning a second language. Or even when you’re speaking perfect English, or whatever your first language is. You don’t have to be an amateur to say the wrong thing even when you think you’re using the right words.
I’m writing a book about Lynch syndrome because there are like, none out there for people just diagnosed. I’ve started on it with a kind of self-help bent, but it already sounds too clinical. I think I’ll go more down the memoir route – still helpful, but putting my bad memories to good use. I think something personal will be more empathetic and appropriate.
I have written this post for the writing contest: How Writing Has Positively Influenced My Life, hosted by Positive Writer. Click here for more info!
I’ve loved writing for as long as I can remember. It’s been the only constant thing that I have always wanted to do – thoughts of being a
teacher, a psychologist, and fleeting fantasies of being an actress or in a band, all came and went. But writing is the only thing that ever stuck, the one thing I’ve never doubted my ability to do.
I’ve been neglecting my blog/poetry a little this week as I have been working on a flash fiction piece for a competition. I spent all week on this one story I didn’t like very much, and today when the deadline came along, I wrote something that I think is a lot better in less than two hours. Go figure!
Normal service will resume next week!
It seems I’m still learning the art of knowing when to finish a poem.
You know, instead of trying to cram every idea that pops into my head into that one poem I’m currently working on. Because sometimes I have ideas that sort-of-but-don’t-really fit into one neat piece, and if I try to mash them together they become something that’s not neat at all. I know I don’t edit my poems much, but I do try to give them some kind of finesse. Also someone, somewhere from inside my memory, said something like “If a poem only has three good lines, it should only be three lines long.”