What could be more lovely than to sit by a glowing fireplace and write? Maybe sitting by a cheery fireplace and reading while one listens to classical music trilling from the stereo system? As I grow older, nothing seems more perfect to me. Here I sit, cuddled up in a warm soft blanket, my toes tenderly warmed by the radiating warmth of the fire. Nevertheless, I have found it difficult to work on my creative writing lately.
Even though it has been more than a month since the national elections in the USA, my artistic juices have congealed. I sit down to write a new sentence, a new page, a new chapter, and find myself looking out the window at the gentle falling snow. In frustration, I realize that if I am incapable of creativity, I might as well do some reorganization. I pull up my Xcel spreadsheet and fumble around for a bit—my organizational skills seem to have flown out the window to drift down on a snow-covered bush in the garden. I refuse to pick up my cell phone this evening. I have squandered too much of my life over the past month scrolling to distract myself.
Instead, I will reflect a bit on what is weighing me down. I have always been a positive, forward-looking person. I have always been confident that I can solve my personal challenges and resolve difficulties with acquaintances. I have always believed in the greater goodness of the United States of America and had confidence that Americans are pleasant and dependable human beings. I have always believed that democracy in our country is as solid as the Rocky Mountains which tower above the area where I live. The outcome of the last election challenges everything in which I have ever believed. Politics has exploded my once-held beliefs into scattered whisps much like a thundering herd of buffalo crush the grass into fragments. As a writer, I feel compelled to “do something.” But I am unsure of what impact I could have in the grand scheme of things. While I have always been an active voter, I have never been a marcher, a demonstrator, or a protestor.
Will I recover? Will I stabilize? Will I be able to view the horizon of the next four years with hope? I cannot continue to be overwhelmed by gut-level emotions that paralyze my creativity. What can I do to make sure that our democracy holds fast despite the outrage that has occurred against it?
One step I can take is to express my thoughts through writing. I can clarify, reflect, question what is happening, and search for concrete connections that will sustain me and others. As I write, I imagine forming an army of writers who would join me in our paper protests. Writers who could set the goal of connecting across the nation through the power of writing.
As Margaret Atwood said, “A word after a word after a word is power.” Imagine what might occur if writers harnessed their powerful words for positive change, for the preservation of democracy, and for the return of normalcy where individuals fill roles for which they are prepared and proficient?
When I went to bed last evening, I could not fall asleep which is usually an easy slide for me. My thoughts would not stop or calm down. My mind resolutely began an incessant chant, “Writers Unite, Take Up the Fight!” I chuckled to myself and answered, “OK, Subconscious, I guess you are speaking to me.”
My Writing Goals for 2024
Continue to develop my poetry and connections with other poets:
In November, I attended Larry LaVerdure’s Poetry Party at The Collective in Lafayette. A grant funded the event which included a workshop led by Seth Harris, an open mike for student poets, and three featured poets: Valerie Szarek, Zbass, and M. D. Friedman, as well as treats and a fun discussion during the get-together afterward. I’ve met so many poets over the last two years that I knew many of the attendees and enjoyed chatting with them and learning more about their lives. Plus, the readings were all exceptionally good.
Sadly, I forgot to log on to Bardic Trails this month.
Finish my first novel and query agents:
I worked with my critique group.
Continue to work on my second novel:
I talked to a fellow writer about this novel.
Continue to work on my third novel:
I made no progress on this one.
Continue to develop a network of kindred spirits in the world of writing and publishing:
Boulder Writers Alliance: I attended the BWA Happy Hour in late November. I also attended this past week’s Writers Who Read session with Gary Alan McBride in which we discussed Jesmyn Ward’s Let Us Descend—the emotional level of which matched my own.
Denver Woman’s Press Club: I read the newsletter but did not attend any meetings.
Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers: I read the newsletter.
Women Writing the West: I looked over the new website which is nicely designed.
Document my writing progress through my blog and post it on the seventh day of each month, one blog per month in 2024:
Today is December 7, 2024. I am posting my twelfth blog of 2024. I have now been writing this blog since 2018—a full seven years! I have enjoyed composing my musings about writing, the built-in goal setting which helps me focus and refocus, and having a fixed date for publication, which is the seventh day of each month. While my blog is a way for me to encompass my writing and my goal-setting in a single document, it is also a tool to help me contemplate writing as a profession and a nudge to keep me on track and working at my desk.
Writers who were born in December that I particularly enjoy:
Jane Austen, Carlos Castaneda, Willa Cather, Arthur C. Clarke, Joan Didion, Gustave Flaubert, Rudyard Kipling, Edna O’Brien, and James Thurber
Poets that I admire who were born in December:
Alfred de Musset, Emily Dickinson, Paul Éluard, Rainer Maria Rilke, Christina Rossetti, and John Greenleaf Whittier
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