Shared an idea with my bride this morning and her feedback might have broken my brain. I love this woman. Can’t think of a good title. See aforementioned comment about broken brain.
My bride and I have been watching a clutch of ducklings grow up on the pond behind us. They’ve gotten so big! Seeing them just makes me a little bit happy and I thought that needed to be shared this morning.
Been very much off my writing game lately, especially my poetry. Steadily getting back into the swing of things. Today, this poem just came spilling out. Cringing at my misspelling of the word forest. I actually spelled it right the first time, then the second time my brain malfunctioned and I ended up going back to “correct” myself. Bleh. Anyway, onward!
Happy Valentines Day. I have some lovely, simple and beautiful plans with my wonderful bride this evening.
Te amo, Corazon.
Well, so much for every day! Definitely missed the boat on that. Went on vacation and forgot to prioritize my poetry and take into account travel days. That said, I’m back on the horse and feeling energized!
This is going to be an epic year.
Feeling very meta today about the act of creation and the way we play with ideas and stories in our minds. I’ve had one in my head for half a year now, more or less stagnating, watching all my other ideas pass it by. Then a few days ago I had a new idea, one that would be a stretch to make work. It had heart and structure but lacked originality. Then came the old idea, which I think has a great concept but the characters weren’t leaping out at me and the story wasn’t wanting to shape. They came together like they were meant to be. It’s tough letting go of pieces of each of them, but the new thing is far more powerful and I can’t wait to bring it to life.
The newest addition to our home continues to inspire. She also continues to get so excited she forgets she’s supposed to go to the bathroom outside or on her puppy pad.
I surprised my bride with a puppy for her birthday. Her name is Whimsy.
Today’s poem is definitely inspired by her and ran a little longer than usual.
The Puppy Machine
No title for today’s piece. It feels rough and unfinished. But I’m writing poetry again and if it’s a little raw, so be it.
It’s been a little while since I waxed romantic so without further ado…