Curiosity
People are curious creatures. Writers make sure nothing slips by. Right now I am watching a squirrel hopping tree branches, elevator-style and tree to tree. What can I learn? How does it connect to my own hopping through this day?
See this tree frog? I watched it for a long time. I wanted to know what it would do next.
People are curious creatures. Writers make sure nothing slips by. Right now I am watching a squirrel hopping tree branches, elevator-style and tree to tree. What can I learn? How does it connect to my own hopping through this day?
See this tree frog? I watched it for a long time. I wanted to know what it would do next.
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- What are you curious about?
Persistence
Writing is getting words on the page, making sure they sing and hold together what’s true for you – could be the characters and the world you’re creating, a poem about your father, or a play set in New York City sixty years ago or fifty years into the future.
Revising a piece, seeing a project through to completion, takes persistence.
On March 18, 2015, just before meeting with my second editor, I slipped on icy snow and broke my arm. You can see my poem “More than a Broken Arm.”
I think I wrote it to understand my own persistence and connection to the world and my work.
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A Parade of Influences
Changes in our lives show up in our writing. Maybe it’s a sweet puppy, a new school, a different house, a divorce, a step sister, or a surprise mailed from Minnesota.
Five years ago I graduated from my teaching career. You can see my poem “A Change in the Air.”
Another poem, “A Nod to my Grandfather, Amos M. Green,” celebrates and wonders at the process of getting older.
We’re all getting older. Some of us more quickly than we might like, others of us not fast enough. I think if I dance everyday I will stay young forever.
Changes in our lives show up in our writing. Maybe it’s a sweet puppy, a new school, a different house, a divorce, a step sister, or a surprise mailed from Minnesota.
Five years ago I graduated from my teaching career. You can see my poem “A Change in the Air.”
Another poem, “A Nod to my Grandfather, Amos M. Green,” celebrates and wonders at the process of getting older.
We’re all getting older. Some of us more quickly than we might like, others of us not fast enough. I think if I dance everyday I will stay young forever.
- How is getting older working for you?
- Have you written a song about it?