Just Write

Yesterday when I finally sat down to work on my poem of the day, I was already feeling overwhelmed, frazzled, and stressed.

Here’s the thing though, if I waited until I was perfectly serene and inspired, I’d just never write.

That’s been the absolute-100%-most-important lesson that I’ve ever had to learn as an artist and writer. And I have to relearn it every single time I sit down.

I probably scratched in my notebook for nearly two hours. It was shitty. I kept writing.

By the time I had something I felt was at least worth the time I spent on it, it was much later than I usually stay up. Sitting to write is a practice like sitting to meditate. I can’t articulate why either is painful in the moment, but sometimes I reach a flow state and it seems to work, and even if I never attain flow, I always feel better after.

Poem A Day November

Yesterday I unfollowed like 400 people on Twitter. If you were one of them, sorry. It’s not personal, we just don’t have much in common anymore. I unfollowed tech influencers, marketing agencies and apps, and anyone who I didn’t recognize having either an interaction with, or an interesting opinion worth scanning past.

This is not a post about Twitter though. It’s a post about what happens when you clear clutter. Because once my feed was free from content marketers and SEO professionals screaming loudly about best practices, I saw writers and artists talking to each other. I saw faces I recognized (or knew in person) having meaningful conversations. And I also saw I was late to the annual writing party that happens in November.

I’m not a novelist, Jamie Morris. NaNoWriMo holds little appeal to me, except that I’ve met some rad folks at local meetups over the years. I am, however, a lover of poetry, and every year Robert Lee Brewer at Writers Digest posts a month’s worth of prompts on the Poetic Asides blog.

I like these prompts because they are the opposite of pretentious poetry prompts (and I say that with nothing but absolute love for pretentious poetry prompts).

Yesterday’s prompt was a two-for (because it’s Tuesday, of course). A “lost” poem, and a “found” poem.

Mine’s up there ☝🏻

I’m posting them on Instagram, if you want to follow along. I hope you will, and maybe take a stab at writing one or two.

What might you (re)discover if you made some space?