Today’s images were inspired by the happy accidents created by digital video stutters and glitches. This thanksgiving I am so thankful for digital bokeh photography. The instant images and limitless possibilities of exploration bring be so much joy.
uninterrupted time in new combinations of light captured and frozen to match images pre-seen once figments now creations to bring elation on repeat simple and healthy activity free except electricity and time, precious time rationed commodity of juggled priorities I give thanks to this place where there is space for creating worlds temporary, but not put away while still inspiring daily growth
I’m very thankful for the inspiration NaNoWriMo is giving me on this re-write. I’ve come up with a lot of new ideas that make my characters more interesting and relatable, and connections between the characters that are fun and unexpected. None of this would have happened this month without NaNoWriMo. My most interesting ideas have come during the regional write-ins which is convincing me that I’m a more social (digitally social) human than I like to believe. Getting today’s words in might be a little tough, but there’s always tomorrow. Good luck everyone who’s trying to write around family gatherings today.
For today’s poem I revisited the mesostic method I first tried on Tuesday. I thought it would be a fun way to explore what I find special. I typed my journal pages from this morning into the Mesostic Poem Generator using SPECIAL as the spine word. I had it come up with seven mesostics hoping seven would be lucky, then selected and arranged the lines into my poem.
the iSsues that will
come uP with
pEn to page working through gore
i started Cold
and whIle up there tried
hAven't had what
spine my toiLet
at random momentS common
thE have in my head
and pain i Could do
when source Is my own word
there Are seven seasons it brings
the garden my Lunch from the joy
Today I’m starting a new chapter. I’m going to play with a zoom in, like the beginning of a film when the view starts really wide and flies toward a city, then into the city, then zooms in on the main character in action. I’m going to play around with doing that with words: starting with an omniscient POV, then zoom closer and closer until the reader sees what my character sees, experiences his perceptions, and then gets inside his head. It should be fun.
This morning’s photoshoot was fun and successful. For “startle” I thought about the way the body jerks when we’re startled, and played with camera motion with some bokeh of my neighbors’ lights across the lake. I love the color palette created by the security lights in the dark
November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Today is two for Tuesday. The prompts are: Write a ready poem and/or a not ready poem. Not ready fits well with my photo prompt “Startle.”
I’m Not Ready–Wait!
It’s not that you were unexpected or unwelcome, or unwanted It’s that I had a few more things to do
It’s not that those things can’t get done later or tomorrow morning, or never It’s that I had a plan, I had seen a picture of an order of events
It’s not that the picture of events can’t be altered painted over, gesso-ed back to blank canvas It’s that I wanted–needed more time
But, here you are as planned interaction already began the shifted space from one to two What are we waiting for?
I also took a look at week 9 of ModPo this morning and was challenged to try my hand at a Mesostic Poem. Mesostic poems are a type of acrostic structure used by John Cage with the spine word (the name of the dedicatee) down the center. He would identify words from a source text then use chance operations based on the I Ching to select which words to use and the amount of text to use on either side of the spine word. Since I’m reading Criminal Investigations for my NaNoWriMo novel, I thought the chapter I’m reading, “The Crime Scene and Its Associated Procedures” would make a fun source text. I typed some of it into the Mesostic Poem Generator program, using my character’s name.
Writing Through Criminal Investigation ~after John Cage
individuAl confesses to
wrOng the contributions
improper concLusions from
Its analysis also
evidence cannoT speak for
can alteRed incomplete
eyewitness or tHe innocent
of The crime
How was your first day? I hope you had fun with your opening scene. I was not at the top of my game (bad tummy, distracted), but I still wrote 2,000 words. I think I’ll dive back into the scene today and add all that description and sensory information I said I was going to write, but didn’t. I want to create a visceral wrongness given off my this abandoned property, the moment my character gets there, from the moment she sees the turn onto the driveway. I think I’ll really dive into that this morning. I kind of skipped over it yesterday as I attempted to create a new journalist character and bring the assistant coroner into the opening scene as well. There’s a lot to set up in this opening scene. I did manage to get the deputy sheriff to state the theme (or something close, I haven’t quite worded it the way I want to yet) which felt good when it happened organically.
Here’s the November daily prompts calendar I mentioned on Thursday. These words are much more abstract than the Halloween Challenge, but I’m hoping they will challenge me to create photographs that represent and inspire the feeling of these words while I work on my novel. I hope you will join me and post your links in the comments each day. I look forward to seeing how you interpret these prompts.
Today’s prompt, “Diary,” is a great prompt for a Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s #SoCS prompt is “boo.” The prompt says to choose a work with boo in it and of course my mind screamed “BOOK!” which also brings me back to diary. These days I don’t keep a “diary,” I do morning pages in a journal. I once had the horrible experience of someone I loved and trusted, reading my diary and becoming angry at me–judging my personal, emotional, private thoughts–from what they read there. I tore out the pages and burned them on the back stairs. I never kept a diary again. My morning pages are about writing process and random mind clearing. I doubt they would make much sense to prying eyes.
Boo! Did I surprise you? I would laugh that you shook but you’re looking at my book which you must have mistook for anything other than my diary because I know you wouldn’t do that to me.
But my eyes don’t mislead: I’ve been forsook, or you took me for a rube or a boob. I am no newb to a rude goon rooting through my room for loot. You took so much more than my words you broke my trust. I am mute.
Like a kick with a steel-toed boot my stomach fills with doom as you hoot like a baboon, head a hot-air balloon. I feel a swoon but red heat is a boon. I grab my book from your grasp and get to task.
As I tear the pages, your anger is moot, its root in forbidden fruit A taboo you zoomed past without booze. As a lit fuse I set each page aflame, and dance in my moonlit release. I won’t make this mistake again.
For Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge, scream, I made a new filter to visually symbolize the horrible screams my skeleton candles made all night. I’m afraid they were traumatized by yesterday’s photoshoot. But then I went out to get the mail, and nature really made me scream. This is a real warning, I will be sharing a very very gross horror of nature I screamed at this morning. After taking pictures, and going back to my bokeh, I was reminded why fake horror is so much better than the real thing.
“Scream” also made me think of the great sound at the beginning of Purple People Eater. I have the original 45. It was my mom’s. While finding this video, I saw that Neil Patrick Harris was in a Purple People Eater Movie when he was a kid (and Screech was in it too),so my day has changed. Today is full of all sorts of surprises and twists and turns.
and the Wilhelm scream:
The first Wilhelm scream was recorded during an alligator attack in the film Distant Drums in 1951. So my alligator will be expected at today’s photoshoot.
Yesterday, I had Toy Story (affiliate link) playing in the background, but did not notice the Wilhelm scream. I have it on again now to see if I hear it this time. And here’s the gross discovery nature used to make me scream:
Today’s prompt, “Paris,” made me think of cathedrals and stained glass rose windows. Which made me think of one of my fabric glass pieces. A long time ago, I was inspired by the cover on the box of The Old Dark House (1932). I used fabric dyes to paint the face on treated spandex and created a series. My bather in her vintage swim-cap always looks so spooked. She’s still one of my favorite creations. I’m actually wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with her on it right now. However, she also looks spooky as Medusa.
Today’s suggested form, Rhopalic Verse, a poem in which each line increases by one syllable, also fits well with the 2018 prompt, “By the Numbers” which me think of The Count. I checked my Sesame Street Fever record and that happy little vampire counting and laughing is featured on the song Sesame Street Fever. “I’m counting in disco. I love it. Get down! That’s one get down. Ah Ha Ha!”
So how does all of that become a poem? Let’s find out. Should be a scream!
Screams in dreams silent a threat approaching horror of no sound light through the colored glass at a slant casts blood red hues against long shadows contrasting expanding along the floors and walls like fingers or tentacles or vines crawl closer as I breathe out and begin to count: my heart beats pounding my breaths fluttering the hairs on my arms standing upon the goosebumps on my skin the danger comes closer, I can’t count it away so I scream and scream again but nothing comes out: no sound, no release I curl up tight like the cat and think of the poor nested squirrel tossed in the storm, left with an empty orbital socket for me to see and scream at nature’s horror, unaccountable cruelty, and I scream silently to no one, no one hears me as if I’m facing fear in a dream
Unlike yesterday, I had a lot of fun this morning, and everything worked the way I wanted it to. My photo shoot was inspired by the original Halloween movie (affiliate link) poster.
I have really enjoyed this photography challenge this month. Not only does it get me up and active first thing, with creative production before breakfast, it involves crafting and engineering. I’ve enjoyed how the different prompts have worked together, so the graves I didn’t finish one morning, filled out the graveyard on another morning. There’s been a nice balance of creating scenes inside, outside, and bringing the outside in. I’ve tried so many new things and feel like I’m mastering some new techniques. I’ve also explored my space in new ways and appreciate all of my Halloween decorations for their versatility.
I found these one-word daily prompts so inspiring, I plan to continue during November. For NaNoWriMo I’m working on a thriller novel called “Abandoned Property,” so I’m creating prompts to go with that theme. I’m working to come up with prompts that will be as inspiring as Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge has been.
Today’s prompt, “Tea,” took some thought, but then I thought of charming elderly ladies which led me to Arsenic and Old Lace and I thought of the practice of reading tea leaves for divination, and decided tea would fit in nicely as spooky inspiration.
Finally split in two I’ve broken through to the gooey bits where dualities splash and clash in banality a mystery of flesh starving to carve
the protective coating cracked, gives and crashes around the periphery as sharp edges glitter in steel in jittery fists from shivery spinal nerve trickery
contradictory cleavage poking at pains hoping for gains by slicing and dicing then displaying the gore as horror torn and shorn from its safest hiding places
the conditionality of sanity sliced by a skeleton’s carving knife in the morning light dazzles momentarily before it scares me and I put it away.
And after I thought I was done taking pictures, kitty went to learn at the feet of the master slasher. Of course, this was meant to be a secret transaction, so he ran off the moment he saw I was taking pictures.
For Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge, creature, I experimented with an effect I noticed when I started to play with bokeh in the mirror: it’s possible to take a photo of a filter both right side up and upside down. These are my first experiments with the effect, but I got some fun results.
Today’s prompt, “Speaking and Listening,” reminded me of all of my children’s story records my parents brought me a couple weeks ago. I think I’ll spend some time with them as I write today. The headless rider has some funny lines.
For Today’s Poetics challenge at dVerse Poets Pub, Lisa requested Halloween themed poems about irritating human attributes. That seems to fit well with today’s creatures. I don’t think I’ve tried the Duodora form before.
Human creature I’ve never come down so far with you before and heard. Don’t forget those roars in the night! Ibbity-Bibbity-Zibbity-Zab Every hypocritical word a trap
Human creature where monsters did last rise you have to believe in them to see them Pull off its disguise! Ibbity-Bibbity-Zibbity-Zab This is a headless monster you can’t nab!
Here we are starting our last week. I’ve decided to continue my daily poem practice through November by participating in Writer’s Digest’s November PAD Chapbook Challenge. After I finished my poem revision series last spring, my next goal was to create my first collection. I started exploring my themes and writing and submitting poems with that intention. Creating a chapbook this November, exploring my themes through the prompts will be a good way to continue in that direction.
Today’s prompt, “cup,” is a good one for me right now because I’m weary of burn-out, especially as we approach NaNoWriMo. I need to be rejuvenating, getting excited to write even more, and yet, the excitement I felt at the beginning of the month has waned. I need to refill that well in a big way. The 2018 prompt was “the door goes both ways.” I’m going to interpret that in terms of energy flow.
Distract the Ghosts
My cup seems to empty before I drink my ghosts are gluttons but spirits sink having trouble refilling on never enough like the torrent spilling from the rupture in the rubber bag in the well never full after so many pulls and yet thrown down to spill again
This abrupt cut of current is but the wrong song skipping, repeating, leaving the needle too long on the same boring line Changing the channel breathing into the haunting hues will excite juices again to fill my cup with torrential thoughts like hot honey Quick! Distract the ghosts
I’ve wanted to try something that combines music, photography, and writing for a while, so this was a great inspiration to give it a try. This first effort was a bit rushed ( I happened upon the challenge halfway through the month), but I had a lot of fun with it and learned a lot.
While putting together the video, I learned how to do some animations with my photographs (haven’t figured out how to use them with my video editing software yet), and learned some techniques for combining motion and still photography.
Recording myself reading my poems was great practice. While practicing, some revisions and edits became obvious.
Writing music to go with the visuals and poetry was very challenging. Many of my ideas just wouldn’t work. I went through days of discarding recordings, but finally came up with the feel of pathways I was going for.
September’s theme is Reflections. I have a lot of reflection to do about my Pathways project. 😉