April 29, 2013 by musehick
I published two books this week: Contingent Haphazards, a collection of poems written exclusively for Goodreads readers which was written as I was shrugging off the mindset of a newly divorced man, and Wormwood & Hyacinths, which is something I suppose I might convincingly call significantly older, as it is probably somewhere in the region of ten years older. It is interesting, to me at least, that when starting out and in some sense possessing little that one might lose, one writes continually of apocalypse, and then, as one grows older, and should have amassed more that they care about being parted from, one tends towards hope and looking to the silver linings. Mortality becoming more real and solid should make apocalypse seem closer, but a real sense of loss, rather than exaggeration movie screen metaphors modifies the things one is preoccupied with. One might argue that one can only write honest love songs when one has had their heart broken, but the truth of it is the different stages of love call for different kinds of lyric.
I have been writing a poem a day every day of the month for Poetry Month. The whole idea of writing for prompts doesn’t depersonalise things – it strangely seems to point attention to things about yourself you would not normally look at or write about – I like to be pushed and pulled in ways I wouldn’t normally take myself.
This year needs to be the year a long form fiction piece gets finished though. Time is always a premium, so making it function is not the easiest thing in the world, but it can be made to work, and I intend to do that. At least one novel this year finished and in the bag.