More poetry.

April 22, 2010 Progress Notes:

"Ache for Pomegranates" (or "The Imperative of Pomegrantes" or something like that. I haven't decided yet.)

Words today: 250.
Words total: 250.
Reason for stopping: Finally got this as close as it's getting without some outside input, after about a month of chipping at it.

Research Roundup: Pomegranates in mythology; the Song of Solomon; a reread of "To His Coy Mistress".

Books in progress: David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.
The glamour: Home sick today. And after I called in sick (around 8:30 this morning) I slept like the dead until 2:30pm without being woken up by the jackhammers that have been living under my floor for the last month and a half or so, so clearly my sick day has been approved by the universe.

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Formal poetry again. It took about a month to stick together, between the tweaks and rhythm decisions and fussing endlessly over the title I'm still not done fussing with. The last formal poem is still sitting in a folder on my hard drive. I dunno what's wrong with me here.

It is beautifully sunny outside.

I do not have any juice, orange or four-berry or mango or otherwise, in this apartment. I don't know why it's not here, but I don't approve.

Still feeling kind of woozy, even after the application of Advil and the bonus! six hours' sleep, but may well attempt some writing tonight. Stay tuned.

Awesomesauce.

I am not even sure why I have not blogged about this yet, but. As of...about a month and a half or so ago, I am one of the happy contributors over at Make Awesome Sauce, another of the many brainchildren of Jeremiah Tolbert's (who you may know from such productions as The Fortean Bureau, Escape Pod, and Dr. Julius T. Roundbottom, Scientist and Philosopher).

It is a Boingboing-style group blog. It has a manifesto. It goes like this:

We are artists, makers, writers, programmers, designers, and many other trades and crafts. Gentlepeople of every race, color, and creed. We are as unique as fingerprints, but there is one thing we all share in common.

We are bound by the singular experience of the Maker's High; that peculiar sensation of warm happiness that envelops you when you have completed a difficult, time-consuming project.

It is better and longer lasting than the high achieved from drugs or drink. It is more fulfilling than sex (sometimes). We are junkies for the maker’s high. We seek an ever greater and longer-lasting buzz with each new project we pursue.

We create not only for the pleasure it gives us, but also for the joy that it gives others. We’re kinky like that: we get off on the high of others too, a contact high to be had from seeing the awesome things others have built.

Make Awesome Sauce (the site) aims to be a junkie's how-to guide as well as a directory of places to score a hit. Think of us as your kindly Hippie neighbor with special… connections.

So if you find yourself lacking sufficient enthusiasm, awesome, oddity, creativity, or quirk in your life, check the place out. Total bad crowd, but hey, what can you do? ;)

My mind's aflame, my body's strained, but God, I like it.

April 22, 2010 Progress Notes:

"The Closet Monster"

Words today: 700.
Words total: 7900.
Reason for stopping: Tired. Still kind of icky-feeling. Hands hurt.

Books in progress: David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.
The glamour: N/A in the last few hours, really. Did a bit of work on some things. Puttered.

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I think I have located the last plot complication this story needs. Now to write the 4,000-odd words it'll take to get through to the end. :p

Laptop Debtkilla:

14350 / 17000 words. 84% done!