I am thinking of changing the name of this blog to “Musings of the most undisciplined person on earth!”
Today, I started an essay that I plan to submit on the topic of gun control of all subjects. The challenge of this particular journal is that essays must be 750 words or less. For three years once weekly I churned out columns for the local newspaper and I developed the skill of almost thinking in a 500-word count. Give me any topic..go ahead to don’t be shy…and I can extemporaneously crank out 500 words on the subject. Since this journal is attempting to achieve a quality above filling blank space, I suppose I will have to work harder on this piece. The question is when? When am I planning to work harder?
We are taking a long weekend for Big 12 basketball so I won’t work on writing again until Monday. I am soaking up lots of solitude and sun rays today.
I have set my sights on another poetry contest with a deadline of April 1st and have written some poems this week which might work toward that goal. We’ll see…I am giving the poems some time and space so that I can re-evaluate with clarity. Editing one’s poetry is sort of like finding flaws in your own children. Even their pimples and scars you find adorable. Sometimes I make changes to the strengths of my poems while I worship the weaknesses, just like a good mother would.
I am packing lightly for our weekend. One pair of jeans, a supply of KU Jayhawks shirts, my Kindle, fitness clothes, toiletries, p.j.’s.
In honor of basketball and my weekend I urge readers to find the poem “The Touch” by Judson Mitcham.
I hope to find a link to this poem to make the search easier.
“You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.” That can certainly apply to the publishing of poetry as well.
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