Biggest life regret: Throwing out “the box”

One of the #WriteMotivation goals for the month is to cull some gems from a box of old writing journals. I live in a one bedroom apartment. I need the space. I’m a writer; I need to publish something. It feels like a waste to have a box of journals filled with unseen, unpublished poems. Those poems weren’t created to take up space for years in apartment after apartment, closet after closet, state after state, storage unit after…you get the idea.

Last time I tried to do this I was 18 years old and I decided to go through the journals from the high school years. So I did. I decided everything sucked and threw it all away into my circular tin garbage can, never to be seen again. I always regretted throwing away that box of…my art. However ugly I thought it may have been in that moment. I had an artistic fit. I can’t take it back. I have often hoped that box of journals would reappear by magic someday, on my doorstep, looking clean and bright like they’d never been pitched into the round file.

Oh, the absurd fantasies writers have. That’s what makes us writers.

So it’s 2014 and I’m obviously nowhere near 18. Public service announcement to hotheaded 18-year-old writers: DO NOT THROW YOUR SHIT AWAY! EVEN IF YOU THINK IT IS SHIT! 

More than that, if I could go back to that day I’d not only stop my fit on the side of my house. I’d take things a little further into a serious mode. Let’s be open minded and not kill all our babies. Let’s divide them into piles!

Pile #1: Poems I can enter into writing contests. Some may be so damn good, they deserve some competitive love. If they get rejected, they can go into pile #3…

Pile #2: The burn pile, reserved for poems and journal entries about men I dated. I don’t really burn them, but shred them. Again, I live in an apartment!

Pile #3: The pile of things that can be saved! This is the pile of the best writing. These are the poems I will love and caress. I will rewrite each one ten times until it’s the way it deserves to be. Then I will love and caress it some more. Then I will publish it like the good child it is.

Then there may be another pile or two. We shall see. Maybe a pile of really ridiculous writing to be read to girlfriends on clothing swap night but ONLY if they have had wine. Some of my writing is far better when you are drunk. This is my sober judgment of it! 😉


#WriteMotivation for January 2014

Ahh, January 1! What a day to set intentions, make resolutions… Well, I did that today. Six of us ladies gathered at sunrise to set our intentions in a sacred ceremony at the time of the new moon. So I am on fire to get things done today! The whole town seems closed and everyone is asleep, but here I am at my favorite coffee shop ironing out my writing goals for the next month. 


Here are my ##WriteMotivation goals for this month: 

  1. 1200 words a day on New Adult WIP (has no title yet) 
  2. See if I can’t come up with a title for #1
  3. Sort through years of poems to cull the ones I want to work on for my 1st poetry book 
  4. Continue work on new adult WIP
  5. Locate old writing portfolio or at least old writings to create a writing portfolio
  6. Find out which local magazines are searching for freelance material and come up with ideas to submit queries
  7. Submit one query to a magazine or website (locally) 

 The NA WIP currently has 16,212 words with a goal of 31,000… I made a small goal for it but have been working fast on it. I’d actually like it to be longer but that’s a good goal to surpass for now. 

It’s been a goal for some time to use iBooks author to self-publish a book of poems because I’ve written a million poems. I may as well shit or get off the pot on that one. 

I have a YA WIP that’s been on the back burner for  a month or so since I got the idea for the NA book. 

And…finally, I have lived in Wichita for three years now and not once have I written for a local magazine! I’m way out of the freelance writing habit. I’d like to get back into it.

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