Last year I walked into the October Poetry Writing Month (OctPoWriMo) challenge of writing 31 poems in 31 days blind. I tried to formulate a strategy that I could carry on to the next month with National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) as I was beginning the challenge, but by the end, I had thrown everything out the window. I just needed to write. I had to finish.
I ended up completing the poetry writing challenge again this year. I went in with a flexible plan. Write a few poems at a time, have a theme or several that can give you ideas for poem content, and just write whenever you can. It ultimately worked. I finished on time with a few smaller hiccups along the way, but I wasn’t as frantic as I was the year before about rushing to get a certain amount of poems done on time. Yes, the task was still a big one, but things seemed to go a little smoother. (more…)
There were no awards given out at some beautiful ceremony, or trophies sitting high on top of pillars with my name engraved in the gold colored metal—but, I did it. I finished another writing challenge, and now I have pages of poems that I actually like, and some of them I even feel pretty proud of.
The 31-day blogging challenge to write a poem a day for the month of October was probably one of the best things I could have done to dip my feet back into the pool of poetry and kick start my writing for the rest of the year.
OctPoWriMo, or October Poem Writing Month, different from NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, which takes place in the month of April, encourages participants to push themselves and their writing and to explore poetry for another month out of the year. (more…)
I had seen a group of Jane Austen novels in the Kings County Library’s Hanford Branch before but didn’t check out any of the books until I had heard one of my English teachers mentioning the writer. I was in Junior High school, and we had just finished reading Charles Dickens’ classic, A Tale of Two Cities, so I was on a classic novel-reading high.
I picked up Jane Austen’s Emma, read through its nearly 400 pages, and decided I detested the book’s main character. To me, the character, Emma, was an annoying elitist wealthy woman trapped inside the pages of a novel where nothing truly noteworthy occurred. Granted, I also may have been biased by the action-packed adventure novels that I was previously engrossed in, I still expected more from an internationally acclaimed piece from the literary canon. Years later, however, when I would sign up for another English course for fun while I was obtaining a Master’s degree in Communications, I would read the book again and enjoy it. (more…)
I didn’t really feel like writing a post for Random Wednesday, but I still wanted to post something. I found these two excerpts from the book I’m writing right now. I’ve thought about taking them out because they have nothing to do with the story, but I just like the simplicity that surrounds this miniature story within a story so much. Anywho, here you go:
Because You Loved Her
She had that devilish smile that lured you in,
And as you got closer, her eyes could put you in a trance.
Her lips so soft spread her beautiful poison throughout your body,
And all you wanted to do was make love.
The curves of her body sent shivers down your spine,
And when you rested your hands on her hips,
You knew that she wanted you too.
She was better than anything else you have ever experienced,
And you knew that she was no good.
Like a black widow, she would tear you to pieces and destroy your soul.
And you didn’t care because you loved her.
Because You Loved Him
And when he told her he loved her, she trembled.
All of her dreams had come true.
That light in his eyes was amazing,
And his lips were more than enough.
Oh and his smile, how amazing it was for her to see.
And right then she knew she had loved him,
For his love was all that she wanted,
And his kiss cured her poison.