Preptober 2019

I bought the t-shirt.

This will be a thing…NaNoWriMo 2019…it still feels like it’s January and I just moved back in with my mom while Mr. J went out on job things.

Since then I’ve completely cleaned the house, taking on some major home repairs in the process, and gone back to college to earn my 3rd higher ed. degree. Whew!

It’s a lot.

And I’m determined to add to that a lot-ness since both April and July Camp NaNoWriMos sucked balls for me.

So here’s what I’m going to do.

Wear said NaNoWriMo t-shirt. Wear the NaNoWriMo scarf that I got back in 2016 when I won NaNo for the first time ever. I did not win 2017 but I won 2018 (before I moved).

Watch all of Austinland’s Preptober videos.

Write 1 week’s worth of word count. I know this may seem like “cheating” but in the last week of November I will be visiting my in-laws for Thanksgiving and I will definitely have zero time to write. So I’m going to use the 7 days of October to start National Novel Writing Month early so I can balance out that planned not-writing time.

Also in Preptober, to get myself back into the writing groove, I’m going to be relaunching one of my poetry collections. What was Lupercalia, a 50ish poem manuscript will now become two mini chapbooks/digital pamphlets and what is not included in those will go into my new poetry project, currently titled Poison in the Spring, which will hopefully go out into the world in 2023.

I’ve been slowly coming to the realization that I haven’t been honest with myself or true to myself about what I want to write and how I want to write it. I had this idea for Lupercalia but I scrapped it because I thought nobody would like it. That idea keeps/kept popping up in my head and now I’m going to act on it because that is what I should have done in the first place.

So I’m going to do my best to develop a writing habit that is uncensored and honest. I don’t want to write something just because it sounds cool or just because I think I need to write a poem about subjects x, y, or z to BE a “real” poet.

I’m also letting go of a lot of poems that just don’t resonate with me anymore. Poems that I loved back in 2009 and 2010 don’t hold the same attraction they did before…to be blunt: I don’t love them anymore. So they’re going away. I used to feel like every little thing I wrote was PRECIOUS. Not anymore.

And I want to get more experimental. Go back to hybrid texts, lyric essays. Really explore the physiology of words.

With fiction it’s a little different. I want to keep things I write and don’t like because maybe they’ll fit in somewhere else with another project somewhere later down the line.

I might also try editing the two novellas I tried to write over the summer. Get back into those characters and see if they want to talk to me again.

Autumn is coming in slowly but surely; the grass is dying, the leaves are falling. It’s still hot as f**k out but there are more clouds in the sky. It’s getting darker earlier at night and staying darker later in the morning.

“The seasons burn and so returns…”

Preptober.

*

Lyric by SJ Tucker.

Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash

Published by

jessicahalseywrites

Jessica Halsey lives in Arkansas and earning a degree in Laboratory Science while she writes books about werewolves and faeries, a well as many strange poems. She loves birdwatching and performing venipuncture. Her spark bird is the Rose-Breasted Grosbeak and her house words are, “Is there blood on the floor?”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s