Not a Poet – Hiatus on Some Haikus
I believe that my strength exists in writing novels. The format allows me to really spread my wings as a writer; I am a tangented person, so it is nice not having a limit – other than the story’s needs (I believe in the writer is a medium approach to aesthetics). But, I really enjoy the struggle of writing a haiku. It is the poetry form I choose because of my love for nature and the hardened structure surrounding it. My goal is to be a novelist, mostly because I tend to like writing novels more than writing short stories. However, I write short stories as a sort of experiment – testing the waters to prove that a theory I have works and I can apply it to a novel. Now, I have begun writing short fiction to get published so I can better my chances of finding an agent.
But that is too much about me and not why I am making this post… while cruising around the internet to find some magazines who were looking for some short fiction, I came across a magazine asking for haikus. Normally, I wouldn’t share my haikus because I don’t feel they are all that magical. But then I realized, why not? If someone else found beauty in them, then I should share them (this thought is what started my push to publish haikus on my website). The issue with my submitting my haikus to a magazine… I can’t publish them on the website until they are rejected (or accepted, stay positive… stay positive… stay positive). So, there are some really good ones (that I like) but I can’t share them with you until the submission is over – which means you are going to get the ones I don’t feel are superb. I believe I will be notified of my success or failure in July. If any are accepted, expect me to plug the magazine and then post the haiku three months later.
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My process for writing fiction is probably one of those things that other writers do but something I don’t know about. For me, I need to live in my universe/world before I can create it. I visualize everything and place myself there before I begin writing about it. My short fiction tends to suffer because I don’t perform this task in as much detail as I would for a novel. However, my novels are places I’ve lived in for many days, weeks, months, and some have even been there for years. Since I was a kid, I loved teleporting myself into a world of my own creation before bed. I would live there for some of my day and then rejoin those on Earth. It was a trick, I could disappear and do whatever I wanted. Yet, that ability, to vividly create something and believe you were there also has a downside. [Click “Read More” to go on a philosophical journey]
Read MoreProduce, Produce, Produce – Lettuce not Discuss Vegetables
Something is wrong with me. My brother has made this abundantly clear – though his criticism is a joke – I’ve noticed that something is “off” when I compared myself to others. I’ve come to this conclusion after multiple walks and conversations with friends that I differ from these people in certain regards. I want to create… nay, I am driven to create. I don’t write to pay my bills (it is actually a drain on my finances), but rather, I write because I love to generate something from nothing. With each dash of the pen, stroke of my fingers, key that clacks, I take my mind and provide it to you. And through that process, something that was only available to me is now available to you.
I cannot remember which philosopher discussed the two ways people create (Maybe Maron (Jean-Luc) or Romanov but they seem too contemporary to be correct). The goal of the philosopher’s analysis was to highlight that human beings are driven to create a legacy (as I read it): biological creation (making new babies) and intellectual creation (books, art, business). The point is that humanity needs to create and we choose different ways to achieve those goals; I personally am driven to leave my legacy via fiction.
So I produce and produce, I avoid revisions and move to my next project quickly. In order to publish, I have been dumping a lot of time into revisions (my most hated activity, but one I am beginning to respect (makes what I’ve pulled out of my mind less messy for the non-Theodore reader)). Nonetheless, I wish I could just be set in a room and left to create new universes and worlds to ad nausea. I don’t feel the need to be in a relationship, but I do feel the need to be writing. I don’t know what it is, but I do know this is a garbage pile of a blog post. Perhaps, I will wrestle with understanding the people who don’t feel a compulsion to create something intellectual, but I see the way they look at me, and I know they wrestle with understanding how I don’t feel a compulsion to create something biological.
Read MoreGuest Haiku – Matsuo Basho
viewing a mountain moon
rarely is it seen so clear
in dirty old Tokyo
~Matsuo Basho
Taken from Basho The Complete Haiku, translated by Jane Reichhold
Read More♪♫ My Girl ♫♪
Do you hear some music in your head? What about the chorus from a very specific song? I know you can hear it. Perhaps you’re seeing an iconic scene from a film. Or I could be making horribly wrong assumptions and simultaneously showing my age. Unfortunately, I am not here to discuss the song but the phrase; it is a fascinating grouping of two words to review. For the longest time the term: “my girl/boy/guy/lady/wife/husband/significant other” has fascinated me. The reason is simple, it is a possessive statement. The word my implies ownership or possession.
Give me my pencil back. In that sentence, we know who owns the pencil and that they want to have physical ownership of it again. Yet, we prescribe the same language in our communication about human beings. We cannot own human beings (anymore, thank god we sorted that mess out), but we can still be possessive of them. I dislike the concept of imposing my will on others, but I find it incredibly difficult to vocalize or write about a significant other without utilizing possessive terms. So let’s break down some alternative options:
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