Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn’t like to plan anything. If she wrote something, she flew by the seat of her pants. (Also known as a panster.) If she made something, it was the same thing.
One day, a time came where she couldn’t remember what she was going to do. Work was stressful. There was a lot going on there and the pressure of it took its toll on her memory. So she started writing thigns down.
Writing things down led to planning.
The girl was no longer a panster. Oh, sure, she stayed flexible, but she learned the value of planning. And she tried several different planning methods until she found one that worked for her.
Then, due to the fact that there wasn’t a whole lot going on, she stopped planning. Big projects she wanted to do started to suffer and languish for want of attention. She kept getting clues that she needed to start planning again.
The clues got bigger and bigger. Finally, she realized if she kept ignoring the clue sticks, she would soon get hit with the whole clue tree.
It had happened before and signs were pointing to it happening again. Still, she hasn’t et taken time to sit down and plan.
That needs to change.
In case you haven’t figured it out, the “girl” is me. I’ve fallen off the planning wagon. Things are starting to suffer fo it. I have a big project I need to finish but I haven’t. Why? I haven’t sat down and carved out the time to do it.
I’ve started an Etsy shop. There is a single item in that shop. Why? I haven’t taken the time to take the pictures I need and stock the shop.
What will it take to get all of this done?
Since I know this, why do I avoid planning it?
What is something you need to do that you keep avoiding? Hold me accountable to getting my plans written out this weekend and I’ll hold you accountable for whatever it is that you need to get done.
I can generally work with anything going on. As long as I have headphones or earbuds, I can drown out pretty much any annoying background noises. Sometimes, though, I can’t.
Today is one of those days.
The TV in the next room is too loud. I’m tired and my mind keeps wandering. Random bits of conversation filter through.
What do you do on days where everything is a distraction? What distracts you?
Today, I’m keeping on keeping on. I’m chipping away at my to-do list. I’ve made some phone calls, sent some emails, and now I’m working on this post. Later, I will work on some crochet and do some planning around that.
I have one more phone call to make and some book edits to work on, too. So I would say that despite the distractions, I’m making good progress.
What about you?
Cinquain. A Crapsey cinquain. Remeber it’s one of the syllabic poetry forms I mentioned in last week’s post.
The Crapsey cinquain was developed by a woman named Adelaide Crapsey, an American poet. As per its name, the cinquain has five lines. The Crapsey cinquain follows a strict syllabic form:
Line 1 – 2 syllables
Line 2 – 4 syllables
Line 3 – 6 syllables
Line 4 – 8 syllables
Line 5 – 2 syllables.
A single siquain can stand on its own or it can be used along with additional cinquains as a stanza of a longer poem.
For one example, you can see “American Princess” in my own poetry collection, Windsong and Other Poems.
Additionally, here is an example just for this. (This is a rough draft and not finished in any way.)
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Give it a try. If you feel brave, share yours in the comments below.
There’s an old joke that says, “I’m a poet and didn’t know it. You can tell by my feet. They’re Longfellows.”
I got started on my writing journey with poetry. I wrote my first poem in high school. In tenth grade English, we had to keep a journal. I wrote my first poem there. I got brave and showed it to my 11th grade English teacher. She said I had a “great talent” and shouldn’t let it go to waste.
It took too many years before I gave myself permission to say I was a writer. But that’s not the point here.
My poems don’t usually rhyme. I don’t use iambic pentameter or any other formal poetic form or meter.
Some time ago, I was introduced to syllabic poetry. I took a poetry-writing class at through the public education program at the local college. Since then, I’ve used several syllabic forms in my poems.
What is syllabic poetry?
Syllabic poetry has a set number of syllables per line. It can be set by the writer or by a specific form.
Some syllabic poetry forms include:
- Crapsey cinquain
There are many more.
I’ve decided I want to get back to my roots, so to speak, and write more poems again.
I’m going to share some of what I learn here and on my YouTube channel.
What is one of your favorite types of poems?
I don’t usually post on weekends, but I remembered something today. I signed up on WordPress seven years ago. Before that, I had a sporadic blog on Blogger. I haven’t always been consistent, but I’m learning and improving. I hope I’ve provided some value and, maybe, useful information along the way.
Before you start wondering, no, I dont want to eat yarn. Though some of the colors are yummy enough that they look like candy.
I have a dog — technically, my dad has a dog — that apparently likes the taste of yarn. I try to keep it out of reach so she can’t get to it, but it doesn’t always work.
I had an appointment in Oklahoma City yesterday. When we got home yesterday afternoon, it was almost 100dF. When it was time for dinner, we didn’t want to heat up the house by cooking in the kitchen. We went to town to grab a quick bite. We got home and there was yarn strewn all over the living room.
Ellie had somehow got one of my yarn bags and took it to the living room where she empied it and played with the yarn.
This bag had a shawl I’ve finished for my Grandma but not given to her yet. The yarn is bison down/silk. Thankfully, the shawl was still intact and there were no holes in it. Well… No unwanted holes in it.
She almost got my pretty Furls crochet hook out of its case. The hook is fine. The case is a little worse for wear.
I thought that bag had been out of her reach, but apparently not. I just have to get smarter than the dog again.
Do any of your pets have a taste for your supplies? Or have you ever had a pet that did? Leave a comment and let’s chat.