#ideasnotebook

So, I am finding that the problem with having an Ideas Notebook is that I have far too many ideas to ever work on given that I am still working on one novel, mourning a second novel, and already unable to stop myself from planning a third. Each set in a slightly different universe. Since I was already typing on my laptop while I worked on my WiP, I decided to simply start sending myself emails…

These poems are all part of a much larger set of poems that I found that I had copied from some of my poetry book notebooks from 2010 through 2020 to or so and I have kept only a few of them throwing out dozens of pages because most of them aren’t worth bothering with keeping or even editing. But these three we’re all about something I felt was important to say. The First one, Own Your Beauty,…

I have the problem of nearly constantly being bombarded with new ideas, especially when I am working on a creative project, like a novel. The next series ideas always seem to demand to interrupt me while I am planning out and writing my current work in progress, so I write them down in a notebook, or I email them to myself for later dealing with. Sometimes, it takes me a while to get around to…

      This idea was one I thought of as a What If story:  what if a slave holder or speculator were brought forward, Rip Van Winkle style, to our times.  what would he make of the United States today.   How would he see the labor market?  Would he indeed see homelessness as a form of social coercion?  What would he think of our rates of maternal mortality, etc, in comparison to those of other…

    Probably not a good idea, at least so all of the writing experts tell us.  But why, or why not?  I’ve heard it quoted that ‘all novels are autobiographical,’ which makes sense given that any and every line one writes tells much about the writer, no matter what that writer’s intention may have been.  Every word you write reveals something about you.  But you never have a chance to explain or…

     There are two poems, written by hand, in the featured image, above.  Maybe more mental health scare than care??   These two really bad poems, that simply cannot be edited into anything readable, have been so difficult for me to let go of that I intended to work them into an earlier practice novel. Now I see that these two darlings really need to be killed.   Along with that practice novel…

Walking through my door, Come in, eat, drink, bringing only yourselves. Stay, make merry, laugh. Leave, all is gone, finished. Better perhaps, not to come, Leaving only myself, after all is consumed. – *    I think this one, from ten years ago about Fair Weather Friends,  needs more work.  Just as our public health care system, in the United States, needs more work.  Many people do not have a…