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Last year I took the NaPoWriMo challenge to write a new poem every day in the month of April. I enjoyed it so much I decided to do it again this year. Unfortunately I chose 1st April to go away for a few days without my computer so this is a belated start. To make up for my tardiness I will aim to post two poems a day until I’ve made up the gap.  If you want to check out NaPoWriMo and other would be poets, here’s the link

http://www.napowrimo.net/

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So far in 2014, my most productive month was April when I took part in my first ever NaPoWriMo . It was pretty hard going for me to knock out thirty new poems in as many days on top of my day job but it was worth it. I follow one or two prodigious writers/poets who leave me constantly amazed by the quantity and quality of work they manage to put out there on a daily basis. What can I say, I am very jealous.

As to my NaPoWriMo effort,  I was particularly pleased with some of the poems and I’ve since gone back and polished them up a bit. There were also some real stinkers in there that no amount of Mr Sheen was ever going to improve so I doubt I’ll revisit them in a hurry. As the saying goes – no matter how hard you try, you can’t polish a turd.

Overall though it was a really good exercise and one which I’ll repeat next year. But before that I have another difficult decision to make which is NaNoWriMo – should I or shouldn’t I? For the uninitiated among you that is National Novel Writing Month which begins in November.

Now if NaPoWriMo was a marathon, NaNoWriMo would be the equivalent of an Iron Man event for me . For NaPoWriMo , I might be able to slap a few lines of pretentious crap together and call it a Haiku but for NaNoWriMo that’s 50,000 words of pretentious crap in one month! Now that is hard, although thankfully quantity of words is apparently what’s important here rather than the need for producing anything half decent- the theory being, I suppose, that you’ve got another eleven months before the next one and plenty of time to polish that particular pile of poo. It’s still hard going though and I know if I sign up for it, I will absolutely want to meet the target do or die. I can’t help it, I hate failure-  I’m just made that way.

What to do, what to do. I have just over a month to decide. Advice from the outside world gratefully received…

Well today is the start of NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, which is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. As I mentioned a couple of blogs ago I’ve decided to give it a go. It could be a bit of a marathon effort and I’ve never been much of a long distance runner but we’ll see how it goes.

My first poem is actually one I’ve been working on for a couple of months now. I’m not sure if that’s completely in the spirit of things but you’ve got to make a start somewhere. It’s called For Micheal.

Subsequent submissions might be a little more scrappy but to help keep me going I’ve made a list of potential subjects & NaPoWriMo also support by providing a daily prompt.

If anyone wants to know more about NaPoWriMo you can follow them on twitter  @napowrimo2014 or visit them on http://www.napowrimo.net/

Alternatively, if anyone has any requests please leave them on a comment. I’d love to hear from you .

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Well it’s been a while again: I seem to have been suffering a little from Writer’s Block lately but I’m hoping that I’ve hit on a cunning plan to put all that behind me. I’ve decided to sign up for NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, which is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. http://www.napowrimo.net.

Be prepared, it will very much be a stream of consciousness so they could be awful. Still, you’ve got to take a punt sometimes haven’t you? Unless that is you want to sit in some dark hermit’s corner and do nothing but meditate all day.

Talking of dark, I thought I’d get some practise with a little poem. It’s called Julia.

I won’t say what it’s about. I’ll let you decide.

Let’s hope there’s more and better to come in April

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Posted: September 15, 2013 in My Blog, My Short Stories
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AdamAndEve

Hello

I’ve had a great few months of activity but sadly not writing activity.  You know the sort of Summer stuff that we all do, festivals, holidays, general outdoorsy stuff. Well having just come back from a few weeks in wonderfully hot & sunny Croatia to some cold, wet & dreary UK weather I’m pretty sure all that wonderful stuff is behind me now & the rest of the year is likely to be taken up with more indoor pursuits, although we do have the Birmingham Literature Festival coming up soon which is always good. Generally though I’ll try to buckle down & produce a bit more material.  Anyway here’s a start. Whilst on holiday with a bunch of friends we were talking about apology letters which are apparently trending right now – who knew? Not me that’s for sure. It got me thinking about the first possible apology letter & here’s what I came up with….

Dear Adam (more…)

This morning I was reading about the style of writing that Bowie was so fond of a few years ago – you know, the one where he cut up words from his own diaries & used them to build songs.

I thought I’d give it a go with a poem but, slight problem, I haven’t written a diary since I was about ten and even if I wanted to go that far back they were lost a long time ago.  I don’t remember what I said in them but my guess is they wouldn’t be as interesting as David’s anyway. Thinking about it, it was probably mainly about horses, scrumping (we did a lot of that in those days although I don’t know why, the apples were always sour) and my crush on Geoff Dyson. Hmm, I wonder what he’s doing now?

Anyway a substitute diary needed to be found so I picked on the next best thing which was my Outlook calendar from work. I should explain, I spend most of my working day in meetings & I also use it to set myself reminders so it’s pretty full. The result was a poem made up almost entirely of business speak but I quite like it. What do you think? It’s called A Modern Romance… (more…)

Commuter Kid 1

Monday morning and I’m sitting on the train feeling pretty damn pleased with myself: I’ve skipped breakfast because I’m on this crazy new diet thing where you can only eat eight hours a day so I’ve managed to catch an earlier train. I pull out my water bottle and take a big glug. Even though I can never remember how much I’m supposed to drink each day, I try to take on a much fluid as possible because that’s healthy, right? Except I’m drinking so fast I nearly choke. So I start to think what would happen if I really did begin to choke, I mean really dramatic, gut wrenching stuff? Well it would be pretty embarrassing for a start, no it would be very embarrassing, but what else? Would someone rush to my aid and slap my back or, I dunno, perform the Heimlich Manoeuvre or something? I look around at the empty faces and wonder if they’d even notice my face turning blue as I retched my way into New Street Station.  I decide it’s unlikely: Angry Birds, or whatever it is these days, is probably way more appealing.

It’s a short journey so I don’t have too long to go before we’re pulling into New Street. I’m on a cross city line so, while most of the train empties out, there are just as many getting on. The platform is rammed with people waiting for their chance to change places.

In my carriage there are two queues coming from opposite directions and meeting at the doors. At the head of the opposite queue there’s a guy with one of those monster pushchairs, the sort that probably converts to a Porsche or something when the little tyke is old enough. (more…)