Not a lot of time today to spend on my blog. Getting ready soon for dinner prep, dinner then off to a Guild meeting. I've typed up my comments, as per directions, cos my writing is difficult to read. If you've ever seen it, I expect you're rolling in laughter at that understatement. OK, I just a picture of it to show you. I remembered that I have posted a sample of my handwriting in a much earlier post but never mind. Below is my written critique for a fellow Guild member's piece. Even though I can't always read it myself, I do like my writing. It looks especially good peeking through as a bottom layer in a collage of mixed media painting. In addition to typing up my critiques and doing some house tending today and a staff meeting this afternoon, then a phone call to Dad, I've been working on a couple of poems for our poetry meeting on Wednesday evening. It's a week of writing groups. Well, two nights out of the week anyway. One poem came from my post yesterday and my feelings. I feel it needs a lot of work yet. I'm hoping my fellow poets have some ideas. The other poem was birthed the other night after I'd turned the light out and was starting to drift off to sleep. I recalled an incident during the day where I rescued a spider and the poem arrived. I put the light on and wrote it directly into my phone. As much as possible, I take advantage of these flashes of creativity and ideas when they occur and capture them as soon as possible. I know from experience that I likely won't remember them the next day. Even the next half hour sometimes. Working on the poem today, I haven't changed much. Always interesting to hear the poetry group's take on it. Their suggestions and thoughts are invaluable.
And in that vein, with writing thoughts circulating, I'll sign off with a poem that was selected for an anthology, The Banister, last year. It didn't win a prize--I've never won a prize in this competition--but I do like that selected poems are printed in hard copy.
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maggie pattison
5/15/2018 03:53:51 pm
your handwriting is as unique as you and always a joy to decipher :)
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AuthorWelcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world. Categories |