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Sunday, February 28, 2021

Welcome to Feelings of Writing

In early fall 2020, one of my poems was selected for publication in a larger collection of poems about climate change. I was excited to have a poem published, honored that it was for a cause that I felt deeply passionate about, and eager to publish again. I am always eager to publish again - the amount of happiness I feel when I see an acceptance email is greater than the amount of water in all the oceans and seas. It was the first acceptance of the year.

By the end of 2020, I had three different works selected for publication - one more than I had for 2019. Today I get to humble brag that I met that number for 2021. I'm confident that I'll pass it and reach my publication goals for the year.

I'm still going to get 100s of rejections.

But I know that someone out in the crazy universe is reading my work and that is amazing...and a little intimidating.

Lots of people want to be writers. There's a certain mystique that comes from being a writer. They're occasionally featured as the protagonists in films and given a bit of a glamourous lifestyle. None of it is true. Writers barely make any money unless they're part of the big leagues. And most of our time is spent staring at blank computer screens/pieces of paper/notebook pages waiting for the "magic" to happen.

But those of us who battle through our writer's blocks, finish the first draft, polish it until it shines like fresh cut gem, and face a slew of rejection emails revel when we're told that our work pleased the editor so much that they want to publish it. Writing is hard. Publishing is hard. Self marketing is the worst.

The collection of poems I was accepted for publication in is available on the Poets' Choice website (it's the Global Warming Collection). The company is based in India and accepts poets from around the world. Global Warming includes poets from predominantly English speaking countries like the United States, Canada, Australia, and the UK. And also from countries like The Philippines, China, and India (there they are located).

I wish I could give this collection of poems a glowing endorsement. It's clear that a lot of love and passion when into the poems on the many contributing writers' behalf. Unfortunately, the editing isn't really there. I noticed that there was a typo in my poem that wasn't caught before publication and, since reading the whole book, it was clear that editing and formatting isn't the best. There are some times where I can't tell if the format or typo is supposed to be the way it is or if it's just another issue that wasn't corrected.

Those issues aside, the poems are pretty good. There's a huge variety going from really short to several pages long and everything from form poetry to free verse. I'm enjoying reading them, but the poetry isn't my favorite part of this collection.

See each poet was given the opportunity to say something about themselves on the page before their poem or poems. I'm loving taking the time to read about the different poets. Some wrote a couple of words about their other publications, passion for environmentalism or climate change, or their hope that the readers like the poem(s). Then there are the poets who tell their whole life stories and in great detail explain how writing changed their lives, why they are so passionate about climate change, and the careers they've had. Nothing longer than a single page, but sometimes longer than the actual poem. On the rare occasion it's a blank page with only the poet's name in bold.

I am loving that I have this option. It's like peeling back the curtain to see all the people who want to express themselves like I do - through poetry. I'll likely never meet any of the other poets, but I feel connected to them through their biographies and their poems. I'm reading their words and they're likely reading mine.

Over the past two weeks, I've had three acceptances for publication. One of which is a chapbook of gothic/horror poetry. I'm not sure when everything will be released, but I'll be letting people know one way or another. 

My life has been a bit chaotic which makes it difficult for me to be creative. I'm still writing when I can, but I easily get distracted by the stress that real life has thrown my way. Hopefully things settle down soon and I'm able to easily write my next horror story or gothic poem.

If you guys are interested in anything I've written, you can find the two anthologies and link to Poets' Choice below: 

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Until next week.

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Welcome to Creative Block

 I seem to need stability and a routine for me to be able to work on some of my creative projects. I’ve been really struggling with writing, painting, and my webcomic throughout the pandemic and it’s been a bit worse since my last layoff. 

I thought that with so much time on my hands, I’d be able to use it to finish my horror novel, maybe get a chapbook published, or work more on my art work. That hasn’t been the case. Anytime I sit down in front of my computer, I feel the need to work on job applications. Blank pieces of paper stay blank. I can’t remove the wrong words from a page to create some blackout poetry.

I have come to realize that I was able to do some of my best writing and art when I was working full time. Which sounds silly. I have a lot more free time now that I’m not working, why can’t I use it to do some creative work?

If I were to guess, it’s that I’m so stressed out right now that I just can’t create.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I can do some creative work. I’ve embraced doing cross stitch and crochet. I’ve brought a few patterns and pinned a bunch of ideas to my Pintrist board. 

I enjoy the repetitive stabbing of a needle trough a piece of fabric hundreds of times to create a picture. It’s therapeutic. Plus, I have a pattern to follow, so I’m not coming up with everything out of my own head.

Creativity is hard.

I tried taking a class on creativity. It became so overwhelming that I couldn’t finish it. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, just that I couldn’t find the right head space to work on the projects or the lessons. I’ve been taking a lot of online classes since the pandemic, it this was the first I really struggled with and I haven’t opted to take anymore since.

The creative process isn’t easy. It takes brain power, concentration, and the right head space. Since my world is off center at the moment, my struggle with creativity is at its highest. And I’m not alone. Lots of people have been having similar issues.

If you’re one of the creative types having a hard time right now, know you’re not alone.

There has been some good news for me since the year started. The anthology my short story “Model Mannequins” is in was just released. If you’d like to order a copy you can click the link here. I also just found out that another short story I wrote a few years ago called “Last Train to Waldwick” will be in Cosmic Horror Monthly.

So I’m struggling, but good things are still happening for me. I just gotta keep hoping the good things continue. It’s what I’ve got going for me.

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Until next week.