I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift.
I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha’s Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting.
I was fortunate enough to attend this program a few weeks ago and I learned so much.
I came home with a new found enthusiasm to work on my poetry and short stories. So this is my first revision of an old post.
via An Empty Love Letter
I want to be a poet, so I say “I am a poet.” I want to be a writer, so I say “I am a writer.” I have these tales in my head I write them down. I have these poems I place in this dumping ground. They’re rough draft versions that need much work.
Editing- that’s what they need.
Editing, the dreaded daunting task of correcting my own work. In this exercise, I stab my piece and make it bleed. Slashing the prose of my mind, I become the killer—my very own horror movie. Holding a knife I cut through the surface of ideas, what a bloody mess! I begin stitching together the remains- I’m creating Frankenstein.
I have blood on my hands.
I must massacre all my hard work.
The blood, sweat, tears and hand cramps didn’t create an impeccable first draft. I do not want to hack away any piece of them, of the story or the lines of poems. I am, emotionally invested in the purpose of my prose.
Weaving together intricacies, creating new identities, giving life to the characters you read. Even made up people have feelings too!
I know that what I have is a draft. I know that I must continue to create.
I know that I must learn to walk away.
Breathe and take a break.
To write and create!
Again, I am going to talk about another wonderful woman I met over the weekend at this writing conference I attended.
Patricia Bell-Scott, I don’t even have words to describe the friendship that emerged. She is an award winning published author and all around humble human being.
Please check out her website:
Then purchase her newest book:
The Firebrand and the First Lady
I forgot it was Monday and that I should be sharing some music. In the spirit of this weekend-here are my choices.
Notice the recurring theme!
Because I am a queen that thing goes on-and-on.