Writing


This is both a shout out to my friend, Stephanie who runs The Wander List (see blogroll) and a shameless plug for a piece I wrote called Bring Comfy Shoes, Appetite for ‘Upstate Manhattan.’ 

Check out her awesome travel blog right here at WordPress and find my entry on cool things to do in ‘Upstate Manhattan’ (aka, Washington Heights/Inwood) posted today, June 16.

Hopefully, I will be posting regularly in the future.

may save this adult’s sanity.

I attended a volunteer orientation at the non-profit’s Superhero Supply Co. store today. I left feeling invigorated at the idea of workshopping poetry and short stories with some feisty middle schoolers. Not to mention, 826 hosts a reading series for its volunteers called Knight of Time. Insert massive excitement here.

On a personal note (aside from the mention of saving my sanity), I think getting involved with an organization like this will be a huge positive change. I’m not sure how I’ll work with the kids, but most of my trepidation has subsided. Working with other artistic-minded people happily occupies me.

I love starting something new, especially a new writing endeavor, because just the thought of it motivates me to write more.

Hopefully, I’ll get an email from the volunteer contact at 826 and I can start TA-ing for a workshop this summer.
The sooner I take the plunge, the better.

We should all be so lucky to do something we love.

Confession: I have never read a Stephen King novel.

In fact, I believe I have watched only three film adaptations of his work: The Shining, Shawshank Redemption, and The Green Mile.

But when my girlfriend insisted that I had to write King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, I decided to take her up on it. Last night, I stumbled across a great passage:

“And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, There’s someone who knows. Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.”

In all my years of writing, I have never had someone who believed in me quite the way Trisha does. (Perhaps other than my parents, but it wasn’t the same.) I have stalled time and time again, coming up with various excuse for not “putting it [poem, story, novel] out there” but I find I no longer have the energy to think of excuses. And I’m genuinely ashamed when I do.

To add to the list of themes/things that will appear on this blog, I want to make a point to share some pieces of poetry or fiction at least twice a week — even if I’m just digging out some piece of crap I found in a journal from three years ago and I’m considering revision. Maybe possibly. I’m a big fan of maybes. They prevent me from actually having to make a decision or a commitment.

So tonight, to get started off with guns blazing, I will share the latest revision of poem called “Juxtaposition.” (more…)