NaPoWriMo – Day Five

I think staying home is starting to have some effect…

I wonder about the woman who lives here
Why there are poetry magazines piled
here and there and why so many
phases of books stacked and shelved
Why a herd of mixing bowls and not
so many cake pans or pie plates.
A vast population of mugs, mostly funny
a collection of teaspoons, non-matching.
The house could use, to be kind, some work,
but outside a bank of daffodils shines
and the bird feeders are topped off.
The mailbox stands quite ready and alert.
Here she comes, eyes full of clouds and the moon
a woman of some clear priorities.

NaPoWriMo – Day Five

Day 29, NaNoWriMo – What’s That I Hear?

Yes folks it was the NaNoWriMo crew applauding and cheering on my superpowers of writing and telling me I’m their hero because:

I’m ripping open my winner shirt as we speak. I like all of them although my particular favorite is the venn diagram: 50000 words, 30 days, 0 excuses. Words to live by folks. Words to live by.

Anyway, I was just part way through the part that almost crushed me with it’s abyss-ness earlier in the month. I ended up blipping over it and hurtling towards the big wedding. The abyss looks smaller but needs more fill and there’s still one wedding to go before everyone starts their happily ever after.

In the meantime I promised myself some wine and some sleep.

PS the anticipation tonight while I tried to beat the clock at the library was intense!

Day 22, NaNoWriMo

After yesterday’s big push I wondered if I’d have words today, but I managed to crank out quite a few at lunch and finished solidly in the green tonight. think I’ll do a little paper and pen work (so to speak) amd figure out how to bridge my mushy/marshy spot now that I see a way to resolve the dilemma.

Day 21, NaNoWriMo — Green at Last!

That magic moment when the bar in the bar chart touches the goal line! Woot! Tonight at ten o’clock I crossed over to the green – caught up in NaNoWriMo. Par! I holed up today and wrote and wrote and wrote. Some of it was quite good (let me kvell before you tell me about killing my darlings) and some of it was ok.

Lots and lots of words.

And now I’m tired. And happy. I’ll keep going because you know, November 30 is rushing up.

NaPoWriMo, Day Eleven

Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo was to write a Bop: “The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain. Here’s an example of a Bop poem written by Weaver, and here’s another by the poet Ravi Shankar.”

I have to say that it was a beautiful day. I fixed two plumbing issues. I stripped the bed and did laundry. I finished a landscape which was sort of meh, and did a quick little still life of my favorite brushes. I looked at two watercolor-related books. I shook my head over the news. I watched the daffodils start to yellow up. I opened the bedroom window. But the words… been a hard few days.

A Reminder of Ideas, Just in Case

Before the month started I wrote down this:
A reminder of ideas, just in case –
For those days when words didn’t flow from me
When there’s fresh laundry that needs my folding
and everything looks better than the page.
the list of ideas that might be useful.

Oh spirit of writing, where have you gone?

Practice, perseverance, daily commute
The work of dailyness, the clouds and sky
sonnets and haiku and some limericks
Taking time to look, A box full of paint
No ideas but in things. Just do the work.
Beauty. Coming home. Walls full of paintings.
A wall full of my paintings. Hold to joy.
The color of a lake. The length of days.

Oh spirit of writing, where have you gone?

Tonight this list is a whole universe
tonight the words are somewhere in between
Today I painted, I’d say with success
a still life of my brushes. And I fixed
the washer so it works. I folded sheets.
I reviewed the reminder of ideas.

Note to Self

I often get asked what my favorite part of quilting is. That’s hard to answer and I usually say I like all the parts.

That’s a lie.

I don’t particularly like the part I’m doing now which is the trim up the edges and make it a real rectangle part. Fabric, even layered, quilted fabric, wriggles and moves. It moves around. I’ve pushed and pulled it while quilting. I confess. And now I’m asking it to lay perfectly flat and be good. Ha!

Note to self: When you win the big lottery or move into the single huge room studio: the table in the middle that does everything must be bigger than 50″ by 80″ or have a folding top that opens out to that big.

Yup. Bigger table surface would be good. If I’d remembered I could have made a surprise appearance at my guild’s afternoon group and used a few large tables but who knows how long the whole thing would have taken… Oh well. It looks like it will work out now.

In the meantime, I’m hitting the showers while the quilt ‘relaxes’. Yeah that’s my story.

Warez MB – August Edition

Don’t you find that if you push really hard on something, you need a little downtime to get ready for the next thing? I do. Finished quilting and any day now I’m going to get going on the next part. Honest!

Yesterday I did a little painting and a little writing. Oh, and it’s the return of the August Postcard Poetry Fest. Tenth year for the Fest, third time around for me. Simple premise – sign up and get put into a group of 31 other people. You send a postcard every day to the people on the list starting with the person below you on the list and everyone else does the same. The leader of the PoPoFest would prefer that we write directly on each card and send it out as is. I’m not quite there. I write on the screen but I don’t edit. So I’m close. You can see last year’s cards up in the menu bar above.

What else. Work. Back to school. Upcoming vacay time and oh yeah better get that project done and done.

Today, this was on my doorstep!

HP and the Cursed Child

Should be fun after listening to the Silmarillion. Some parts more than once!

Bobbincount 7 plus 10 (plus a smidge more)

I thought earlier I couldn’t possibly do anymore quilting tonight but you know – sort of like horses knowing the home barn is nigh… I found myself back at the sewing machine.

The seventeenth bobbin ran out and I stopped to wind a new one. I knew there was not much left but what can you do.

Here’s a view of the tiny bit of thread used from what is technically number eighteen. A smidge doesn’t really count as a whole bobbin though so I’m going to declare the total to be seventeen!

#Bobbincount Five Plus Ten

#bobbincount 2 plus 10