For the past five days I have been writing over 500 words a day. If nothing else, it has made me a more confident writer.
The first day I wrote about not knowing what to write. It was a stream of consciousness style of writing essentially the same thing over and over again. While it didn’t lead to the best writing, it did remove the barriers that I had been facing in writing.
First, it allowed me to unleash creativity that had been hidden within my soul; creativity that was bubbling under the surface. It also loosened up my mind (and hands). I was able to write down whatever was on my mind regardless of the consequences. No one was going to read it anyway. Finally, it allowed me to look at my currently relationships. I spent three of those days just writing about the personal relationships in my own life and I gained a deeper understanding of myself.
While none of this helped me be a better creative writer, it has helped me just write.
Tomorrow when I sit down at the computer at least I won’t be intimidated by the blank page. Maybe my tomorrow I will have something to say. And if not? That’s OK right?
I don’t have to be some genius. I just have to be me. Because I am amazing. I am enough. Just being here today is enough. Just being alive is enough. And maybe I won’t leave my mark on the world the way that I want… but that’s alright.
I found that the best way to write was to type whatever word came to mind without thinking about it. If I stopped to think about the next word, nothing would come out. I ran out of steam if I thought for longer than a second.
Maybe the next Great American Novel won’t be written this way… but at least something will.
I think the next goal should be writing 500 words of creative writing instead of just words strung together. But for now… 500 words is 500 words.
Does anyone else find that setting a word goal is helping them become more creative?
Write a poem about your childhood home. Include all the five senses if you can.
Need some inspiration? How about reading this poem by Abraham Lincoln:
My Childhood Home I See Again
My childhood home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that’s earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-notes that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar—
So memory will hallow all
We’ve known, but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing them, to mind again
The lost and absent brings.
The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell,
And every spot a grave.
I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I’m living in the tombs.
Your eyes draw me in
like the sea
a siren’s song pulling me
deeper into your soul
Lost in the sea
I fall endlessly
with your face.
– Katherine Orr
This is the year that I become a better writer. What about you? Do you wish you were a better writer?
I love writing. Its a way to express myself. It’s a way to understand myself. Sometimes I don’t even know what I am thinking until I write it all out. I can’t stop thinking until I write to clear my head. As soon as it is all out… I feel normal again. I feel like the world isn’t falling apart.
To become a better writer, you have to write. You have to sit down and write. You have to show up. If you don’t sit your butt down how are you supposed to be creative?
So this year… I will be a better writer by showing up… by sitting down in front of the computer and writing 500 words a day (or more) for the next 31 days. It sounds simple. It sounds easy.
500 words take about 30 minutes to an hour to write. I think I can set aside that much time to improve myself. Then again, if I look ahead to the coming days I know a few of them are going to be difficult. I know that a few days I won’t even be home. That’s the beauty of today’s electronics. All you need is your cell phone and you have a way to write.
There are a few rules…. 500 words a day. That one is simple. The other rule is not to beat myself up if I do miss a day. Because the less you beat yourself up–the better you will be about keeping up a habit.
What about you? Are you willing to take the risk to become a better writer?
You wake up alone on a metal table in a white room. The walls and floor and padded tiles.
A man in a grey suit walks in and asks,”Are you ready to talk?”
You say, “I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”
The man says, “Bring in the surgeons.”
Write what happens next and post your results below.
To me this is poetry in motion. Love your body.
Write a poem using the words transmogrify, brine, caustic, and violent.
Post your poetry below!