Yo, I'mma go posting the nonsense that treads through my head during the endless nights when I'm uninspired in bed, teetering between quiet, unwound and dead, opting to write here instead with some digital No.2 pencil lead. Yes, I am an expert rhymologer, ya heard?
since I started this thing. And at the rate I’m going at (21 per year), I have 47.619 years left before I get to the grand total of one thousand.
Who said this would be hard?
Now, if I could only write some grand sonnet sequence of some reasonable size, like a dozen.
On BART this morning, I went through my notepad to see what I’ve written in the past few weeks and to mentally recap whatever’s transpired and noticed that I wrote a fair amount of stuff that I don’t remember writing. Sonnet 20 wasn’t included in that observation, but along with all the til-now-unknown uncompleted works, I could still recall the inspiration behind each piece.
And it was nice to tumble through the words with a chipper mind again.
I’ve been absent of complete thoughts lately, finding myself inable to formulate a whole sonnet. I’m always missing a quatrain or the concluding couplet or a goal or a thought that doesn’t change half way through the writing process.
So to relieve my cluttered mind and maybe get my creative self on track again, I’m going to devote some time to another extremely short form creative site I’ll be launching soon. Nothing major, just another thing to divvy up my already crowded schedule.
Looked at my logs today just to see how little traffic I’m getting and was quite surprised to see someone found my site through google by looking up “badass sonnet”. I did the query myself and lo and behold, I’m 2nd on the list. Makes me feel good for writing such silly poetry.
How To Be Creative – Hugh MacLeod
Read it. Relish it. Revel in it. Then go do something. I sure ain’t.