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Exhaling Midterms

There is only so long that you can take in

before you must put out

Only so long that you can study

and relearn

and process

and read

and take notes

before you must let it all out,

a test isn’t good enough,

no, not at all.

Only so long that you can learn about life

before you must go out and live it.

I can only learn about the “Theories of Intelligence” for so long

before I must go and use my intelligence.

I can only learn about encryption of data for so long

before I must go and make something worth encrypting.

I can only learn about position, velocity, and acceleration for so long

before I must go and make my own motion in the world.

I can only use my “analytical/academic intelligence” for so long

before I must go and use my “creative intelligence”.

***

I love you, my AP classes

but during midterms

(rather more, anytime)

I need to make something

to have the input and learning seem worth it.

***

I need to exhale after weeks of inhaling.

Inhaling:

integrals

the Law of Universal Gravitation

the Vigenère cipher

literary devices

SAT vocabulary

the double approach-avoidance conflict.

I just exhaled this poem,

in a heaving, heavy, ugly breath

because I have been running a race

and the finish line is midterms.

***

Life should be like breathing,

not all inhaling

and not all exhaling

but a balance.

***

I feel like I can breath again

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Because We Have To

A few days ago,  I was really feeling down

I wasn’t my bubbly self and I haven’t written creatively in a few days

I had a busy weekend coming up that I needed to be myself.

I had a few hours after I had finished my work and before I had to run off somewhere

so I wrote a chapter my novel and couldn’t stop

within three hours I wrote 1550 words

it just started spilling out of me and my fingers were foxtrotting across the keyboard.

After I finished,

I was full of energy again and back to myself.

I think I had so many words that needed to come out that they were literally weighing me down

I write because I like to and because I have something to say,

but also because I have to.

Today I was rereading my second favorite book and it fit perfectly:

“What I’m trying to say is some people do things because they feel they have to. Some people paint pictures or make sculptures because they want to. They choose to do it. But some people do it because they feel that’s what they must do. . . . [Creating art or writing] it’s the only way they know how to make sense of themselves and the only way they can make sense of life. It’s the only way they know how to say something about themselves and about life they feel they need to say. . . . Strikes me you’re saying you do it to keep yourself alive.”

~ Aidan Chambers in Dying to Know You

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The Words Themselves

I am currently re-reading my second favorite book.

I got a copy of it for my birthday

and I am writing all over it,

Underling phrases

Blocking off paragraphs and pages

Scrawling in the margins little notes to myself

It seems like when I do this

then I become a part of the book

and not just the book a part of me.

The book becomes personalized,

an outward sign of the impression the words have left on my heart.

So when someone else reads the words I’ve written

and the phrases I have underlined

Then they see to my heart and my mind.

The second reader trespasses on my personal

private

heart and soul.

And that’s something deeper,

sometimes,

than the words themselves.

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When I go onto WordPress

and click on the

Create a New Post

icon

the first thing I always type is

a;ldks

A random fingering of home row keys

first learned in fifth grade typing class by Ms. Naughton

well, that is formally,

to be honest

I’ve grown up with keyboards

and letters on them

I knew the keyboard

before I knew my letters

but at that point

the keys and the letters

might as well have been scribbles.

as;lkd

is what I always type first in the Title box

because

a piece of writing should always have a title

but not before it is finished

If you decree your title while you are still writing

then it might as well be just scribbles

scribbles on a keyboard typed by a four-year-old

for a piece of writing

evolves

and transforms

and adapts

and twists

and turns

a million times before it is finished

So for now

I’ll leave my title

as scribbles on a keyboard typed by a four-year-old

for pieces of writing and life

it is never finished.

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Mid-Sentence ~ In 100 Words

I have so many drafts

Poems or stories that stop mid-sentence

because they don’t feel right

like my brain is revolting against my finger tips and I can’t type another word

Emotions halted

Dialog hanging

Characters mid-movement

I have ideas but

they never come to fruition

So I do the normal remedies for writers block

but no matter how good the book is

my fingers and brain just do not line up

I have ideas bouncing everywhere to be written about

but I just can’t scribe the words

So I try and it’s going swell

until the flow stops  . . .

writer's block

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