Until my wordpress page is completed and no longer ‘Under Construction’ I will post a few samples of what I plan on doing regularly. I have already done this with a ‘Book Reading List’ that was published last week that contains my favorite books of Poetry/Collections/Anthologies that I own.
This is a sample of a monthly post I plan on doing starting in April 2017.
Every month I write one full 200 paged Notebook. I write daily for a minimum of two hours on anything that I want as long as it is writing (NOT JOURNAL ENTRIES), I have completed one notebook for each month consecutively for the past three years. In my notebooks I write poetry, bits and pieces of observations, and short short stories. At the end of the month I go over my notebook and highlight parts that I think are the best. Those parts I type up and archive for my records. If something really strikes me I pull it out of my archives and expand on it (this is the beginning of my process for writing poems and short stories).
So without further ado, I give you a sample excerpt from my notebook Feb 2017 (Notebook Excerpt #1).
Notebook Excerpt #1 (Feb 2017)
key: ‘+’ marks separation between ‘poems/pieces’.
‘START’ and ‘END’ bold and italicized mark the beginning and end of the excerpts.
Blue heaven above me
Barreled up against the sun
Her body is covered in a glittery slime
Death does not prove the existence of a god (gods).
Smell of cat shit in cat litter.
Whiter, the petals become. The color sucked out of them.
Eyes claim that there was once something great in the sky that lived there once.
The heat comes on, a low rumble,
through the house.
But it is in vain for the windows are old, they are drafty cracked dirty.
Lines in deep depression drawn against the sky
Where is the sun,
The golden sphere?
It is cold, freezing. I’m trying to keep myself awake trying to keep myself hollowed out so that there will be something there to fill
I follow myself into a place of utter darkness.
You broke me into hell. My body doomed, full of desire and death.
I am here, skull eyeballs and spine.
Hole in my head.
Vanished into the darkened blue
Heaven is a dream that never ends
Within the catacomb of
The soul, a hive grows of
Festering flesh and blood glistening
in honey and cream.
This is just a sample and does not contain the complete NB Excerpt for Feb 2017, future posts for ‘Notebook Excerpts’ will be longer.
If you are still reading, thank you for taking time out of your day to read this post. I hope that you return to alinahappyhansenwriter in the future!