Today, I have a good chunk of the day to write because my husband has taken my daughter to the zoo. I pretty much set the goal and informed the universe and my beautiful family that this novel is going to be done by June 2018, then onto the reshaping process.
I am horrible at revising my work, and have learned a lot from writing this long piece. Like, I should really follow the writing advice I give to my creative students and map out characters and conflicts more. That will save a shit load of work later, especially if you have a memory like mine.
So, here's a metaphor for you, Writing is like the Party. Revision is like the Clean-Up afterwards. One is energizing and fun. The other one wears you down while you have a hangover. Still, both are equally important, and you can't leave your house a pig stye. How's that for some writing truth?
This week is also supposed to be the launch week for my first self-pub. I await the guru Eric Allen Yakee to disengage himself from the she-Kraken and come to my house. There will be delicious mole and horchata and my signature rice. Yankee is a fantastic political poet, and he has urged me to send my poems out. Guess what I'm doing in the next two weeks? Growing a pair of huevos and sending my work out. You can sample the recent ones in the Poetry section.
I wrote one for my mother for the first time. I will never read it to her, of course, and if any of my siblings on Facebook rat me out, I will end you! I will avenge myself my writing poetry about you, and it will be foul.
Well, I am going to clean the dining room and start working on my summer school syllabi. I am really excited to be teaching creative writing this summer, and I hope to have my digital pubs out, so I can walk my students through the process. Don't get me wrong. I don't emphasize publishing, but some of these writers' work is sublime, and they are ready to launch their work into the vast expanse. They just need a nudge. I mean, the world is so jacked up, it needs more beauty in it.
(Oh, on a random parting note, I pulled the HTML code from my memory banks, and I think I will be able to display images without overtaxing my allotted Weebly space. And I am still able to post the novel draft, which was troubling me. I was worried I would not be able to post the *.pdf anymore, but I was joyfully mistaken!)
Today, write something nice about your Mom and do your hard writer work, even the house clean-up. #Resist