I know you haven’t heard from me since the 30/30 I did in April (which clearly took more energy than I thought) and my acceptance into graduate school, but there is really nothing much to report. I have unfortunately decided to not take my place at UB, or at least not until I can afford it. It’s a great school, with a great program, but I can’t do that to myself right now.
The other things I highlighted on in April, including crossing a few t’s and dotting a few i’s? Well you’ll still have to wait on that too because I still haven’t crossed my t’s or dotted my i’s. Save a few dollars for me though around the fall 😉
I’m trying to write, but I just can’t for some reason. I try, but nothing comes… Or nothing good comes. I think it’s because a piece I wrote in January or so still isn’t getting picked up and I feel like everything else I write is worthless, even though it isn’t. I hope this lull of not writing and not sending out work for publication and not getting published ends soon. I can’t very well teach little people how to write unless I do it myself, right?
Told you guys I would update you on the 30/30 poem a day challenge I did for National Poetry Month, so here goes:
Okay, so I didn’t make it (sad face), but I came close! I wrote 28 out of 30, which is better than the last time I decided to write 30 poems in 30 days (last summer). That time I got around 25 or 26, so any progress is good progress! Next time, I’m gonna rock it out of the park! I’m thinking about posting a couple of pieces not sure yet.
Also, I have a week to decide if UB is the place for my MFA. I’ve gotten accepted, the program director seems to love me, it’s in town, and I already know a couple students. Decisions, decisions….
I’ve been attempting (poorly, might I add) to write 30 poems in 30 days. I am currently at 19 out of 30, which isn’t necessarily all that bad, but today is the 23rd. I’m 4 poems behind, and I am losing my mind. I’m going to have to play catch up for sure.
But, never fear, there is good news!
I’ve been submitting and applying and doing a whole lot of waiting. I’ve gotten a couple rejection letters, but who doesn’t? I’ve also been admitted to an MFA program. I’m not sure if I want to start this fall or wait until next fall while I check out other options.
There’s even more good news, but I don’t want to jinx it, so you’ll have to keep waiting until I’m ready to share. Let’s just say it involves crossing a few more t’s and dotting more i’s… 🙂
So, April is National Poetry month, and I am determined to write 30 poems in 30 days. Have I lost my mind? Probably, but nothing beats a try but a fail. It is Tuesday, April 11th, and I have only 8 poems I believe, so I’m already behind. Any advice, cheerleading, and/or favorite prompts in the comments below would be helpful. I am also going to include a list of my favorite prompts below, some of which I have used this year, some in previous years.
I will start to share a couple if I like them, but more often if I don’t like them.
Prompts I like/have done/plan to do:
- Start each statement with “I will” or “I want”
- Blackout poetry from old textbooks or papers
- Re-write a poem written when you first started writing.
- List poems. (I LOVE list poems even though I’m not necessarily successful at them)
- Portrait poems
- Let your pain write back to you
- Write about waiting
- Begin with “This is not the last poem I will write…”
- Write a love poem to someone without using any of these words: love, like, heart, passion, fire, desire, forever, roses, kiss, dream, moment, together, soul or baby.
- Write a poem that admits a dark secret of yours.
- Find one of your favorite recipes. Write a poem that utilizes some of the steps of that recipe.
- What did you say?
- Go to a place that means a lot to you & write about it
- If It Were To Be The Last Time or The Last Time
- The places you have left yourself
- Noisy beds
- Stories about scars or bruises
- “I have done this before and more.”
If I can think of more, I’ll add them, but if you think of any you’d like to see, leave a comment below!
I’ve gotten bitten by the grad school bug, and I think I’m ready to finally apply. It’s been over two years since I’ve been in school, so this whole process feels so weird. I have to find my “best work” whatever that means, and I have to choose between poetry and nonfiction. University of Baltimore said that if I sent both genres they’d choose for me and that I’d be able to change it later if I was completely unhappy, but still, how am I to choose between two things that I love for different reasons?
Poetry – at least my poetry – is short, sweet, and to the point, with some out there statements and colloquial language. I let myself live in other worlds, or I enhance my own world with flowery language.
My nonfiction stuff hurts. It hurts to write, and it hurts to read (or at least, that’s what I’ve been told). It’s raw – almost too raw – like I want everybody to know everything about me and why I write and what I need to get off my chest. I write my hurt. I write my happy. I write my in-betweens.
Writing is very cathartic to me, and I guess I do write for that reason, but maybe I’m just scared to put it out there. Maybe I’m not ready to be that out there. Maybe it’s not my time. Maybe I don’t have much to say at all and only think I do.
I’m also thinking about applying to Hollins for that MFA program, but I am not completely sure about that. UB seems right. I met with the director of the program, and she seems absolutely lovely. Other contenders are Spalding, Hopkins, and VCFA – none of which I have visited – yet (Hopkins I am visiting in April).
Any suggestions or particularly good programs you’d like to bag about? Drop them in the comments section 🙂
So I’m working on For You, My Best Friend, and I am realizing that half of it, I have written in the first and second person and half of it I have written in first and third person. The struggle. Both sound authentic to the work, but the second person definitely sounds more accusatory even though the person I am writing this for/about will probably never read it. I basically admit he ruined my life (oops?) and I don’t want readers to think I’m talking to them, even thought that might be an interesting trip for them to go on. I think they give off two completely different vibes, and I am not sure which one I am going for.
I am questioning so much, and I am finally writing more. I might wait until I am “finished” to make it third person or second person. I am not sure.We’ll see. If you have any thoughts, please feel free to leave them below. Much appreciated.
I get them. I get a lot of them. And each rejection is starting to hurt just a little less, but I must say, each one also gives me something to strive for. Now I’m not the absolute best by any means. I am not perfect. And generally, my writing is very touchy-feely, very passionate, very pro-black; not many people are into that. Does that make me a bad writer? No. It just means that my work is not for everyone, and that’s completely fine.
I don’t write anything I don’t experience (for the most part). I don’t write about nature. I don’t write about the stars. I don’t write about traveling… or at least not that much.
I write about the hurt. I write about pain. I write about my blackness. I write about my womanhood. I write about my queerness. I write about Baltimore, a city I have a love/hate relationship with. I write about men. I write about women. I write about liminal spaces. I write about magic. I write the depression. I write the sex. I write the ugly.
I just think of rejections as people saying it’s not my time to shine yet. One day, it will be.