I hate it when I have to write an article and inspiration simply refuses to come. Right now (not quite now, as you’re reading this – I mean on 5/13 at precisely 3:02 in the afternoon), I’m sitting in a hospital room. Don’t worry, it’s not anything really serious; or in other words, I doubt someone dies. I tried to think of a poem, or a way to describe the room that never says where I am but makes the reader think of it themselves, but inspiration failed to strike me. I’m in one of those moods where I want to write, but I really don’t want to write, either. I guess this feeling could be a blessing in disguise, because what I do write will be impromptu and unpredictable.
What I meant to write for this week was something centered around writing and/or punctuation. Unfortunately, I can’t think of any interesting rules or methods I use which I haven’t gone over already. Honestly, my process is pretty simple. I usually write a first draft with as much detail as I can think of to add (goes against all the writing “rules” but I like to do my own thing), then, depending on whether or not I really want it polished or if I feel the piece needs more description or detail, I’ll completely rewrite it. Not starting from scratch, though – I’ll open two text editors and put them side by side and retype everything, adding whatever extras and fixing whatever mistakes I need to as I rewrite. After that, a quick proofread for glaring errors that could have happened when I lost attention during my writing, and the piece is usually finished. For smaller bits, like these articles, I tend to not rewrite. I’ll read through each paragraph as I go, then once I reach the end I’ll read through the whole thing again and ta-da! All finished. I’ve found both processes to be effective and rewarding.
Snoring is breaking my concentration. Thanks dad. Haha.
To be fair, he didn’t get much sleep last night – only about 45 minutes worth. In case you haven’t guessed yet, it’s him lying in the hospital bed. . .snoring really loudly. I’m trying not to chuckle; I’ll smirk at my computer screen instead.
That’s what I should make a poem about: snoring.
I lay entranced in a deep, deep sleep,
Dreams of chocolate and fluffy white sheep
Filled my head with sweet, sweet peace.
When O’ a sound like a rumbling quake
From my slumber it did me shake!
Away went my chocolate and fluffy white sheep,
Ne’er to return in the night so deep.
Okay that was really bad. I hope no one
left because of that awful, impromptu poem. I’m not a poetry nerd;
the feet and the measure and the rhyming tend to torture my tiny
brain. Counting syllables is one of the things that rank high on my
hate list, right up there close to dusting, using lotion, and pulling
weeds.
Also, yes, one of the stanzas is three lines whereas the
others are two, and the last line of it doesn’t rhyme with literally
anything else in the poem. I had a motive for doing that, but I’m not
sure what it was. Just…pretend it’s nice and then never read it
again.
Anyway, that’s it. I don’t have any neat life advice to post at the end here. I’m not even old enough to be giving that sort of stuff out, so stop looking at me so judgmentally.
Thanks for reading my randomness!
– WordTechnician
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