I haven’t had much time to write recently, and it’s been gnawing at me. Since I had a day off from work and nothing really pressing this morning, I thought I would do one of these posts just to test the connection between my brain and “the page.” I noticed that other writers/bloggers have been suffering the same issues lately: lack of inspiration, lack of time, low self-esteem. There is a common thread for writers that struggle. All writers struggle.
Someone has written/said that we shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves when we can’t write. I agree with that, but it is an integral part of me – that I write. I’ve worked to forgive myself when I can’t write – when there is nothing appealing or I just don’t have time. One thing that still gets me though, is when I work hard and decide to submit something for publication – and I get the “I’m sorry, this is not for me” rejection. I’ve submitted poems 3 times in the last 5 months and all 3 were rejected with that same line. It is disheartening to read that multiple times, especially when you feel strongly about your craft. I hesitate to submit for publication anyway – mainly due to imposter-syndrome reasons, and this just sort of confirms my feelings about it.
Yeah, I’m kind of miffed. But I’ve now complained in writing, so I’ll move on.
Projects I’m planning
I play percussion in a community band. Our percussion section aspires to do ensembles and things independently of the band itself. I found instructions on how to make boom-whackers (a set of plastic tubes cut to different lengths that result in different pitches). You can use any pipe material, but the cheapest thing apparently is to use golf bag tube inserts. I ordered 28 tubes and will begin cutting them down this weekend. Should be fun, and I can’t wait to hear the result. Here’s a link for a boomwhacker performance of Bohemian Rhapsody.
What I’m Reading
I just finished The Forgery of Venus by Michael Gruber. It took me a while (~10 months), as the book moves between and first person and third person narration that it is a bit disconcerting, and was difficult to stay focused. I understand the reasoning – as it conveys the sense of the major plot device – moving between the present and the past via drug-assisted time travel. I lost interest about half-way through the book and set it down for the better part of last year. I still found the premise compelling, and picked it back up to finish. If you’ve seen the Bradley Cooper movie, Limitless – this has similar plot ideas- though it relates to art and counterfeiting. The art history was interesting, but the counterfeiting sub plot was not as well-mapped. It also ended a bit too quickly, once I had accepted the premise and worked my way through the different narration styles.
I’ve moved on other novels: The Lost Book of the Grail by Charlie Lovett (which I like and am making real headway through) and still working on The Alienist by Caleb Carr (which I thought I would like better than I have so far, but not willing to give up on it yet). I recently bought Sarum: The Novel of England, by Edward Rutherfurd. I’ve read other books by Rutherfurd and liked them.
What I’m writing
Nothing much these days. I’m collecting snippets of phrases and words, and hopefully something will get written soon. As it stands now, I guess I’m on hiatus.
Thanks for reading.