Monday, April 16, 2018

Am I Good Enough?

I'm in writing mode.  National Poetry Month has proffered many opportunities to write.  This past Saturday I attended an all-day literary festival at Arapahoe Community College.  As previously blogged, I attended two workshops last week.  This week will find me at The American Museum of Western Art for another ekphrasis writing - my favorite.  Friday night found me at the Friday 500 at The Lighthouse Writer's.  I've been busy.

But am I ready?  Am I ready to take the leap, poetically and in reality, and commit to a year-long Poetry Collective program?  I did show up at the informational meeting two weekends ago, but I still have questions...  Have I taken enough classes to - not exactly qualify me for the program - but ready me for the work involved?  Is my body of completed or nearly finished work substantial enough to build a manuscript?  Or am I just like all the other writers who think a book is the final goal of writing, and this is a means to that proverbial end?

Commitment:  I am commitment phobic.  I won't sign a lease for more than six months.  I am divorced and don't even care to date.  In fact I bristle when a guy friend of mine asks me personal questions about my doings or whereabouts.  I don't like being accountable to anyone but me.  Not that I cannot make and keep plans.  This is more about my mindset.  And this program is about accountability.  A contract (indeed, money passes hands solidifying a real deal) to show up and keep my momentum of manuscript completion in a forward motion.  Can I keep an important promise to myself, my mentor and my cohort to show-up and finish-up?  I don't know.

Education:  I am not formally educated in poetry or even English.  My lack of education has never stopped me from achieving.  But this is different.  I sometimes forget the difference between a verb and an adjective.  I have difficulty diagramming sentences.  I consider myself an intuitive poet.  Often I feel a poem rumble through me, like channeling.  It is only in recent years that I have considered working on the craft of writing, not just the lightening bolt moment of inspiration.  In my own defense, I did take a real college level poetry class two years ago, I am a member of the Poetry Society of Colorado which presents a monthly craft workshop and I have finally joined Lighthouse Writers and intend to seek more learning.  But am I ready for the big commitment?  I don't know.

The Complete Works:  Ha-ha.  I have many notebooks and napkins with scribbles and bones of poems.  I endeavor to type them into this newfangled computer, but don't always complete the task. (commitment, anybody?)  Every day I promise I will look at the pieces that I think are print worthy, and in all fairness to myself, I have pretty much done that.  I sport a pocket folder with cohesive poems on a specific theme. But I think I need more.  40 to 60 pages constitute a manuscript.  If I have twenty or so poems on my theme, does that mean I should write, write, write more?  Perhaps I pull poems from other subject matter, but is that expansive or diluting?  I don't know.

Book 'em Jano:  Finally, is a book my end goal to writing?  Sure... it would be nice to say I am published.  Or close to published.  Or thinking about being published.  In fact, I've had three or four poems published in small local publications over the last few years.  Nothing earth shattering, just a bit of ego-stoking confirmation that others can and do enjoy my poetry.  But is a book my goal?  I think I know this answer!

Yes - I believe my subject matter is timely and important.  I feel it in my inner self that a collection of poems about being the mother of an addict and the mother of daughter's who suffer with brain disease* is relevant in today's world.  Am I articulate enough, committed enough and good enough to affect some relief and perhaps even change in these arenas?  Maybe.  I'll never know if I do not try.

Today I will formulate a plan to move a wee bit forward in the direction of this undertaking.  I'll ask the questions to which I need answers for a decision.  I'll reach out to another poet or two and bounce some ideas around.  The good, the bad, the ugly.  The more awareness I have, the better informed I am, the more conscious choice I can make.  Am I good enough?  Can I commit?  Am I ready?  Do I need a year to hone my craft first?   I'll let you know.

This program requires an application, submitting poems for consideration, a deadline!  So maybe the decision will be made for me, by professionals.  I could be rejected for the program.  Decision made.  I could be accepted in the Collective.  Decision made.  I also know that not making a decision is making a decision.  So if I neglect to apply, that is a decision as well.

Today I will continue writing.  I have a CD of poems to listen to in the car while I run some errands.  I will meditate on the choices I have.  I will e-mail one or both mentors with some of my questions.  I am committed (really?) to the possibilities of potential.  My potential.  

Time to Write,

Jane

* Brain Disease.  a/k/a Mental Health.  Quite simply the brain is an organ.  It can develop dis-ease and disorders.




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