imagination
cooking up the strangest scenes
a funny machine
~ornery owl has spoken~
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
notes and prompts used
Write a funny poem.
Prompt: Imagining Machine
Also sharing with:
I was planning to share with Haiku My Heart, but the link-up for the 18th isn't ready yet. I want to steal...er...share a couple of verses shared by the blog mistress, Rebecca, on her entry for November 11th.
"when it's all over, I want to say
all my life I was a bride married
to amazement.
I was a bridegroom,
taking the world into my arms."
mary oliver
I stuck a fork in this year's NaNoWriMo Rebellion project yesterday. I'm working on a new mental health/recovery project along the same lines called Remnants of a Year in the Life 2022: An Ornery Owl Diary. The book includes pages for readers to draw, write their own thoughts, whatever they need or want to do. I wrote nearly 3000 words on the project and created the following banner.
I started doing NaNoWriMo back in 2008. This is the first year that I came away from the project feeling like I had gained skills that are going to benefit me rather than thinking "well, thank fuck that's over, I don't know why I subjected myself to it." I hope I can take what I learned and use it to help others who may struggle with similar issues in their creative and personal lives.
I often ride myself about "getting nothing done" when I don't accomplish everything I hoped to in a given day. For instance, I did not end up working on my anthology submission or the Tales from the Dreamlands project today. I did not get any editing done. I've fallen behind in my blog hop participation...again...like always. The inner critic starts ripping me to shreds.
"Look at you. You can't do anything right. You'll always be a failure. How the hell hard is it to write a thousand words? How the hell long can it take to edit a chapter? You started writing a nine-word poem two hours ago. Nine words, you loser! How hard is it to publish THAT? Anybody can write nine words!"
Yeah, but hold on one damn minute, Ayce Hole. The poem was nine words, but the post total is closer to 500. I already wrote 3000 words today. I've spent around six hours writing and formatting. I may have issues with time management and with my mind wandering off in 666 directions at once, but you do not get to call me lazy. You abused me for closing in on 60 years, and I will no longer stand for it.
And that, my friends, is how you shut down your inner critic. It took me long enough to gain the confidence to stop listening to her lies, but now I slag her off every day. It's a good habit to have.
I think I've done enough damage around this pop stand today. I need to format this post to include in November Beginnings and Remnants of 2022 before sending it on its way.
Lest I forget, here is tonight's soundtrack.
Here's the link in case you can't see the player.
But wait, there's more!
Here's the link in case you can't see the player.
Indeed it is - well put!
ReplyDeleteYes, let's shout down the inner critic. You have produced a wonderfully entertaining post and that is enough in itself. I like the sound of the Ornery Owl Diary. Cool idea.
ReplyDeleteThose inner critics can be so devastating - good job on shutting yours down. Enjoyed your post today!
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