Is it possible that everyone has a poet inside them? I tiny little monster of a million different colours that sits idly on your shoulder just waiting for the right moment to interject a little colour and life into your writing? To help release that right brain thinking?
I suppose anything is possible. One class down, only seven more to go. It seems like such a long time but I am sure the time will fly by.
I actually did my homework already too. Well at least a first, second and third draft. Will probably go over it again several times before I share it with anyone. More interesting is that just focusing on a different, more colourful project for awhile, actually got me in the right frame of mind to add more pages to my novel.
Even though I have not discovered my setting, but it is leaning more and more toward Calgary, I was inspired. I am now over 10,000 words. Pretty good for me I would say. The only discouraging part is that there are some sections that I already know I want to cut and other areas that I want to change. So if I do it now, I will be back under 10,000 words. I suppose I could just wait until I have 20,000 words then cut some then. Or just do it now and make some of the other changes I wanted to and hopefully still stay over where I'm at now and add more at the same time.
Now for another part of my homework. Must go find a poem a day to read. I hope my head doesn't explode.