Final Thought on Writer’s Digest PAD Chapbook Challenge

I spent November in a world of sonnets.  I loved working on the Poem a Day challenge by Writer’s Digest.  I pushed myself more than I have with poetry before. I could not keep up with writing a sonnet a day. It took me usually two days to write one, and some prompts left me going, ‘Oh boy.’  I struggled with ideas, and I ended up with a lot of sonnets that were winter inspired or sadness inspired.  Hence my manuscript title of Midwinter & Melancholy.  I ended up with 13 really good sonnets that I just submitted last night.

Right now I’m sitting here going, oh did I do enough?  Did I write enough?  I could only send in between 10-20 sonnets.  And I picked my best ones. I had a couple other silly ones that did not get into the chapbook manuscript.  I wrote one about White Christmas, the film, and then a vampire-y one. I had two about the holiday season.  I had my silly Once Upon A Time one.  I wanted to write a Once Upon a Winter’s Night sonnet, but then forgot.  Oops.  It would have worked perfectly with what I had typed up.  Oh well. It’s too late now because the file is out of my hands and now in Mr. Brewer’s.

So now comes the waiting process.  Until March.  I hate this feeling of sending in a manuscript. I hate the waiting. I hate the feeling that I forgot something. Nerves. Paranoia.  Will I ever get over sending in manuscripts?  I sent in a short story in January to three literary magazines.  Now I have to find more to send in to. I have found two.  But I’m panicking.  I panic a lot when it comes to writing. That inferiority complex. The “I’m not good enough to get published…..”  The “Dammit! I’m good enough I’m gonna send it in…..oh God, my work is crap what was I thinking?!!!”  Feeling.

Do all writers feel like this?  Do you feel like this?  Will it ever go away?  Sigh.  Le sigh.  I guess if I want to be published, this is part of the process.  Pardon me while I go curl up in a ball and rock back and forth in terror.  No, just kidding.

So….. There you have it.  I am glad I did this poetry challenge.  I love writing sonnets now and I have kept it up.  My new prompt of the week is Whispers from the guy who’s giving me word prompts. I love these prompts.  I need something to keep me focused.  This is certainly doing it.

So. There you have my PAD followup.

Kate

Emilie Loring’s Novels as a Film Guide

I was sitting there last night watching White Christmas, a film I love and should be a staple at Christmas, and as I watched Betty get all mad at Bob and storm off, I thought, wow, this is really like an Emilie Loring novel.

Now granted, there wasn’t much mystery involved, nor was there  a woman scorned trying to win back someone.  There wasn’t a whole exact specificity that made it like an Emilie Loring, but I still say it was.  The shenanigans and how everything was solved in the end.  Even to the misunderstanding of Betty and her running off to the Carousel Club, and Bob going to see her and trying to fix it.  It really is semi similar.  Maybe that’s why I love the story as I do.

And recently, watching the film Aloha with Bradley Cooper and Emma Stone, I thought the same thing.  The film has mystery, intrigue, romance, a woman who wants the hero back, a new woman, a new love interest, people wanting to settle down, a villain.  It’s all there. Updated, with some sex, but still, the premise of the film is very Loring-esque.

You have the guy that comes back home, to Hawaii, there’s the girl who’s his guide, and while she likes him, she’s cautious about him, there’s the ex  girlfriend who is kind of interested in the guy, there’s the business man who has sketchy business dealings…. Will the guy end up with the girl? Or go back to his ex? And what about that sketchy businessman? Did I mention that the guy used to be in the military?

I mean, really, could this be any closer to an Emilie Loring book?  I honestly don’t think so.

So now my new mission in life is to watch films with this style of storyline.  Technically, Pride and Prejudice is along these lines.  Okay, it’s a lot like an Emilie Loring.  And maybe that is what makes these such classic stories.  They have a specific theme that pits good against bad, and guy against girl.  And the guy always get the right girl.

A story isn’t any good with out a little intrigue and conflict.  While White Christmas doesn’t have much intrigue, it still has conflict.  And singing….. the singing makes up for the lack of intrigue.

Aloha has plenty of all things.  Romance and intrigue and conflict.

Does anyone else have some good films that have this story line?  Oh, Sabrina with Humphry Bogart and Audrey Hepburn is a lot like this story line as well!

Clearly I have a Loring vibe still.  I think part of that is because I am reading Patti Bender’s blog as she write’s Emilie Loring’s biography.  Could it be any better than that?  I love this. I’m so excited about it.  And she also has read Loring’s books over and over.  So I get to hear about one of my favorite subjects. Emilie Loring novels.  I think I’m in heaven.

Kate

Double O Vision – Poetry

The friendly poetry challenge continues with this week’s word being “Vision.”  I had started out with ideas of a vision in white… but that turned out sounding too girly, feminine and wintery.  I’m stuck on winter right now. I am writing sonnets on winter, thinking of winter and snow, listening to wintery music. I can’t get winter out of my head. Maybe because it actually feels like winter this year. Snow, ice, rain, snow.  I keepDaniel-Craig-daniel-craig-33189109-498-750 thinking in terms of white, red, grey and black.  I wrote a sonnet for the Chapbook PAD thing and it was about red winter berries and those colors.  I have cold and dark and dreary in my head.

But vision ended up coming out with a man as the inspiration. I had started off with Harvey Specter as my inspiration. I love Gabriel Macht as Harvey Specter in USA’s Suits.  He is the epitome of gorgeousness.  But then somehow the poetry shifted and 007 became the focus.  So here’s to Bond. James Bond.

 

Double O Vision

He is a vision in black, a suit and tie affair
Grace under pressure and he’s as bold as a king
He knows what he does to women so fair
They’re ready to fall and give everything

He’s bold as you please and knows that he’s cool
Stalking the ladies with a vodka martini
He’s double oh seven with a cool gun for a tool
Yes he goes for those broads in a tiny bikini

Cars, plans and sex are his true middle name
Guns, gadgets and girls are his toys for sure
He’s killed and done things to make you blush in shame
But he’s Bond so what of it, you can endure

He’s a vision in black, he knows he’s the best
When your dead on the floor, well, maybe he’ll rest.

A Poetry Challenge That’s All Friendly

Angel statue in repose

Angel statue in repose

So I was talking to a guy I know who writes poetry, is a photographer,  we get along….. And I told him about my doing PAD Chapbook Challenge…. (which I’m technically still working on since I didn’t finish a PAD once and I have a few more I want to add to the chapbook)   He told me in all intensive purposes that I didn’t need to worry about challenges, though I didn’t explain that it was a contest. Whatever.

But he did challenge me to a poetry challenge just in the sense that he would give me a word a week for me to write a poem and in turn, I would supply him with a word.  For him, I gave him Oolong.  I was thinking about the tea and it seemed unique enough. I’m not sure he wants me posting his poetry, but suffice to say, his first poem made me not ever want to drink Oolong again.  He redeemed himself with a redo of the first poem, but it still makes me think about the first one.

We have no set completion of this challenge, just dabbling in poetry.

He gave me the word Repose, and this is what I wrote from it.  I am still in sonnet mode; thinking in sonnets or more iambic pentameter. I’m getting to the point where I can think a phrase and know if I am there or not. Or close at least. I am getting the unstressed/stressed aspect easier and easier, and I find I really like working in this medium of poetry. There is something kind of special about it.

So here is my reposed sonnet.

A Statue in Repose

She lies reposed a blanket white and cold
From snows so icy while her marble warm
A study bold as winter’s cold untold
And gardens sleep away the chill of storms

The land of Nod is where she sleeps and dreams
A figure whose one dream of summer sun
Is all she dreams as snows do fall it seems
And  summer suns will one again undone

She’s classic style, all grace and beauty fair
A sculpture formed from hands so rugged strong
She’s warmth and love from man’s eternal despair
And beauty lies in silent repose song

A statue full of every wish desired
For she is meant to be adored admired