Hi how are you

It has been a while since I've had something to say here, which in itself can say a lot of things. I'm still writing, but very conservatively. Uni has definitely affected how and what I write. In some cases it seems stifling, but in other cases it seems all for the better, take the time to write something real. I haven't had any publications this year, but I haven't been trying all that hard, to be honest. As always, study and work wind up cutting my creative writing time down to a minimum, and with my music hobby running around in the picture now (although, admittedly, not a MAJOR, major time kill), my time for writing is shrinking more and more as I approach the semester's end. No doubt I'll have a few stories ready for publication here and there by the end of the year, and I'll probably look at some poetry too. Depending on how well I go next year, I may even look into doing something with scripts, although I'll sort that hurdle out when I come to it. I've been told I'm pretty good with dialogue, and I recieved good marks for my scriptwriting last year, but I think a unit dedicated solely to scriptwriting/screenplays should really put me under the pump. I'm looking forward to my second NaNoWriMo, which, I know, is A LONG way away, but with all that I've learned this year, it should definitely be interesting. I'm not sure whether rewriting last year's novel (of which I've already written out some notes) is the way to go, or whether I'll strip things back in terms of plot, and go for a more character driven piece that's more innovative than a generic steampunk epic. Anyways, I think I've achieved something with my latest short story, particularly with character development and plot structure, which I'll spend the next few weeks workshopping. It would have been good to have a few more short stories under my belt by now (even a few more GOOD ones), but I guess I'm going alright.

Worm

So today I was in a moment of self-reflectivity. I do that sort of shit a lot. I was in that moment, and I was thinking, Shane, buddy boy, ol' buddy ol' pal, if you could sum your life up in one word, just one word, what would it be? And I thought about this, and I didn't really think for long before I found a word that stuck. Sure, chivalrous would have been a decent word. Sure, intelligent would have been pretty neat. Sure, I may freely admit to being those things and many others, but it doesn't really embody me in my entirety, I don't think of me when I think of those words. Maybe slivers of my personality, fractions of the whole, but nothing complete. And I suppose that sort of thinking has got me to where I am, and it got me to this one word. Segmented. I think many people are like this in the modern world we live in, but I find it really rings true for me. I think of segmented and I think of worms, segmented worms. And I remember "studying" them in primary school. The " " around studying because I don't exactly consider the learnings of primary school to be anything as laborous as study. To me study is high school, it's further education. In primary school, you learn, you observe, you practice. It's only in the years following that you analyse, that you pick apart for yourself, that you get in on the details and you study. In a way, my self-reflective personality turned the scalpel on myself, the segmented worm, and I counted the rings (hooray for conflicting metaphors!)

Yes, I am a segmented being. I am this, I am that, I am the other. I take snippets from here or there and I store useless bits of information and temporarily forget the vital ones. I have multiple personalities, although I'm usually just stuck on "sunny disposition" (much to the dismay of others, I'm sure). There are many facets to my life, and I'm always changing my decisions and shifting over to another segment, never really having one primary focus. Although I'm very much a person split into pieces, they're all connected (although rather obscurely), and, I would like to say, they're all moving forward.

Yours truly,
Shane the Segmented Worm.

Poetic Sputtering... to a halt.

Last poetry battle and my word is NEEDS

Needs watering, the flowers,
Keep up the appearances,
What would they think,
Should they see the real you?

Elimy's first word was YOU. I thought it was fitting to bring things around full circle. This poem is about the masks people wear to pretend they're someone else. It's been fun messing about with these little daily poems. Maybe again sometime in the future?

Poemastic Fantastic

My word is YOU

You, with the dog eyed soul,
And watery eyes,
You, with the heart of coal,
And transparent lies.

Elimy's word is LIES.

Poetry-Schmoetry

Today's word is BLUE

Blue cheeks spread on cold pale flesh,
Your face is victim to the cold,
Wild white wind is winter fresh,
Your gloves, your hands, have warmth, to hold.

Elimy's word is HOLD. Happy birthday Elimy!

Poetrology 101

Because I was at work and because I was at a party, and becuase I was drunk and tired when I got home I didn't do a poem yesterday. That means this is the second one today! Woo, go me! My word is "Flight".

Flight for flightless birds I wish
could take to skies in herds to fish
for dreams to feed their hearts with hope
enough to bring the world awake, to stir you from your coma.

Elimy's word is COMA. Yes I know, this poem is more like five lines squashed into four, but whatever.

Poemisms Continued

Today's word: Perfection

Perfection is a collection of the hues of gray,
The scope that stifles and chokes us of what we feel,
A flaw is a splash of raw colour a much more vibrant display,
More beautiful, much more colourful, and infinitely more real.

Thanks Elimy, your word is: REAL