Category Archives: Writing

Project 366 – Week 40

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still sunny but the
leaves are turning yellow orange
red brown anyway

275/366
and in the midst of
the sawing and hammering,
a house-builder sings

276/366
I guess smokers are
more resistant to the cold
than the rest of us

277/366
waking with windows
closed against chilliness for
the first time since spring

278/366
switching to capris
officially entering
fall running season

279/366
telemarketers,
here’s a pro-tip: do not call
at 3:12 am

280/366
temperature drops
complementary colors
bloom orange against blue

Project 366 – Week 39

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and finally, a
good run. happy feet humming
along the sidewalk

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buttercup squash soup
biscuits shaped like maple leaves
fresh from the oven

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not-so-random thought:
wonder how one goes about
hiring an intern

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how you know it’s fall:
running in the dark again
sunset comes early

271/366
I feel like Martha
Stewart: organization…
it’s (quite) a good thing.

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sultry air slithers
and the sky reluctantly
begins to spit rain

273/366
the bus stops and out
spill a throng of old women
to do week’s shopping

Mini-Nano Challenge – Day 30

And… my mini-nano SFD is complete. Just wrote THE END.

Mini-Nano Winner!

It really is a SFD. Amongst other things, the pacing is terrible. It was super slow until I realized I only had x days left, then I sped up so I’d get to the end in time. But! The good news is I realized where the end should be fairly early on so I did have a specific place I was aiming for—and I got there. Yay.

Final word count: 7,653 words! That’s an average of 255 words a day.

Going to continue with the 250 words a day goal for October 🙂

Project 366 – Week 38

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legs are so heavy
each step is like pulling foot
out of a mud bog

261/366
the dissertation
is officially started
let the fun begin

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summer, you fooled me
thought you were drifting away
but you’re hanging on

263/366
“holy shit!” —from a
car’s open window as it
crosses a speed bump

264/366
my new favorite thing:
home fries and fried eggs baked in
a cast-iron pan

265/366
scanning is hella
boring but later will be
appreciated

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first day of autumn
on cue, the sun disappears
a cloud curtain drops

if you have to be sure don’t write

I saw this quoted in an essay I read this weekend and I had to hunt down the poem:

I had hardly begun to read
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can’t

you can’t you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don’t write

W. S. Merwin,
from “Berryman“