I wrote last week after a hiatus, and it was painful. The words wouldn’t come; they stopped and started like a wheezing ’79 Pinto. I couldn’t figure out how to show, not tell, my experience. Then, I didn’t have time to edit the way I usually like to, with a 24-hour walk-away-from-it period to give myself some distance before approaching it with fresh eyes, which usually makes me more able to cut what doesn’t work. In short, it was a disaster.
But it was an important disaster. Improvement in writing comes with regular practice laps, not occasional dips into the pool, but you’ve got to start somewhere. I keep telling myself it’s better to jump in than continue to sit it out for fear that you aren’t good enough. It’s our fear that holds us back, that keeps us from trying new things, and believe me, though fear is convincing, it is not worth listening to.
If you’re going to take the plunge this week, make sure to review the submission guidelines. If you’ve found some other yeah write writers you dig, why not ask them to be your writing partner? Everyone needs another set of eyes to point out the typos, content errors, and ungainly phraseologies in our posts.
What’s on fire?
The optional prompt above can serve as inspiration for your fiction or poetry. Use the question word for word in your story or poem, or just answer it. Remember that fire can be metaphorical, too. If you already have an idea, no problem—the prompt is only there if you need it.
New inspiration for you
Prompt up is our optional weekly writing prompt for the fiction|poetry challenge! Here’s how it works: we choose a sentence prompt from last week’s winning nonfiction post and announce it in the kickoff. The prompt is just a springboard, though: feel free to use it as your first sentence, move it, change it, or float down it to other territories.
Cindy Reed reminded us why being a teen in the 80s (or just a teen, period) was the worst ever in her post The Hair Intervention. This week’s Prompt Up is: Taxi-cab privacy screen locked in place, I have held myself at arm’s length even from my own family, situating interstates and time zones between us.
April poetry slam: the bop
Not all poetry forms were invented hundreds of years ago. This month, we’re taking a look at something new. Created by contemporary poet Afaa M. Weaver, the bop is a cross between a sonnet, a song and an essay, and we think you’re going to love it.
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Yeah write #261 fiction|poetry writing challenge is open for submissions!
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