If you're wondering why things have changed around here, that's because I decided to delete the entire blog. Don't fret. Why? Because prayers (notice I didn't say whose) have finally been answered and the book thing is actually happening so being the selfish cow that I am... Yeah. Anyway, fellow poet Reza Rosli asked me an interesting question the other day: How do you write your poetry? I never realised that I actually have a process until he pointed it out.
Now, I'm pretty sure it goes something like this:
Step One: Wait for something to write about.
Step Two: Get into character (as he calls it).
Step Three: Write.
Step Four: Look at it again.
Step Five: Rewrite.
Repeat steps four and five roughly a hundred times.
I am assured that this counts as an actual process.
Maybe I've been thinking about the whole thing too much but for some reason, last night I dreamt that I was writing. Sitting God-knows-where and writing. And it was frustrating because I couldn't see what I was writing. I mean, you never know... it might have been something worthwhile.
I must say, going for the poetry slam was probably the best thing I've ever done for myself in a while. Because that's where I met so many people who shared my interests and welcomed me to share theirs. Which reminds me, I need to thank Daphne again for inviting me in the first place. And George for inviting me to This Is Now, which pretty much opened up the windows inside my head to let the light in again (what an evening). I noticed I've been writing a lot more since then. And that's great, except it's been the cause of my getting up later in the morning.
Now, I'm pretty sure it goes something like this:
Step One: Wait for something to write about.
Step Two: Get into character (as he calls it).
Step Three: Write.
Step Four: Look at it again.
Step Five: Rewrite.
Repeat steps four and five roughly a hundred times.
I am assured that this counts as an actual process.
Maybe I've been thinking about the whole thing too much but for some reason, last night I dreamt that I was writing. Sitting God-knows-where and writing. And it was frustrating because I couldn't see what I was writing. I mean, you never know... it might have been something worthwhile.
I must say, going for the poetry slam was probably the best thing I've ever done for myself in a while. Because that's where I met so many people who shared my interests and welcomed me to share theirs. Which reminds me, I need to thank Daphne again for inviting me in the first place. And George for inviting me to This Is Now, which pretty much opened up the windows inside my head to let the light in again (what an evening). I noticed I've been writing a lot more since then. And that's great, except it's been the cause of my getting up later in the morning.
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