November is Here!

Yay! Finally it is Fall in Ohio and the weather is lower than 60 degrees every day! I love Fall the most, well, second most, I really really love Winter the most.

I have promised myself that I will begin writing every day and I don't see why I shouldn't since I don't have much else to do besides look for a job. I'm just not sure what to write about so I'm going to use this blog from now on as my daily reminder that I need to write. This means I'm going to write here every day to exercise my writerly needs but... it might suck, no it will suck sometimes, my writing will be so horrible sometimes that you might lose faith in any kind of skill you thought I may have had at some point. That is just how it goes. Other days I'll be alright, some days I might even be great, but it is just how it goes. You know how you have good days and bad days and you can't really REALLY control it? It just happens and you're grumpy? Sometimes that is how writing is. I can try to make it better, I can work on it later and improve and take things out and edit and rewrite, but sometimes the first time around is just out of control bad. That is not the point though, the point is to practice, to commit to writing every day, to use my art and over time maybe it'll get better. No, it will get better. And then eventually, maybe I'll have some kind of coherent idea and be able to write a book again... yayyyyy! Everyone will be happy if that happens.

So here it goes for today:

Writing Exercise 11/1/10

For a few moments before I opened my eyes I didn't want to feel anything except the patch of warmth on my cheek where the sun peeked through the blinds. I like when it hits my cheek rather than my eyes. Every morning I feel like a runaway sun-convict with the slats of light striped across my skin. Hitch-hiking my way to morning. Riding on the tail ends of dreams. The middle of the darkness is the worst part, the eye of night. Every night I am trapped there. Surrounded with my hands in the air by nightmares and creeping spooks behind my eyelids. Staring at the ceiling works for a little while but eventually my eyes become heavy and slide down in spite of me. The bad things creep back from the corners and attack again with their chest-tightening harshness. Scaring me away from sleep and dreams all together. When the sun hits my cheek in the morning, or even my eye, I do not care about brightness and annoyances. It releases my shackles of nightmares. Even my dream catcher can't stop the creeps. But without darkness there is no light and here I am every night falling deeper and being retrieved. The sun's slats kiss my shoulders.


Bahhhhh see what I mean? Sometimes, most of the time, my writing will suck. I am out of practice. BUT I just wrote for a period of time that was more than none and I guess that's the goal. Maybe tomorrow it will be better. Maybe I should start writing poetry again.