Going from Prose to Poetry

Writing and putting it out in front of the world is a great exercise and I encourage everyone to try it. You’ll surprise yourself. My advice is: don’t take yourself too seriously. Just write like you talk. It’s easier said than done, maybe, but with a little practice you can do it. The world needs more thought-out words and less 140/280-character swipes.

That’s not the point of this though. My next personal challenge will be to not only post something for public consumption, but to post either fiction or imagined words, or to post some poetry that I’ve written. Before you write me off — it’s not angsty garbage teenage poetry. It’s more like, contemplative, visual poetry. Some of it’s good, I think. Though, I have no idea what makes some poetry famous and some total shit.

I don’t have the courage to do it, though. Maybe Medium isn’t even the right place to do it. It’s hard. Because that’s really just baring your soul for the world to see, you know? Just writing this isn’t always easy, people I know read these. Family, friends, frenemies. Colleagues. My boss Zatch.

Truly the next logical step would be a combination of writing fiction and writing some poetry. I think that if I comb through all of my stuff I could find some things that don’t truly embarrass the hell out of me. I don’t know. Perhaps not. What would you do in my shoes?

In the spirit of the holiday, I should say that I’m thankful to have an avenue to get some of this shit out of my head and that so far no one has told me that I’m the worst writer they’ve ever read. That’s worth something, at least.

Non sequitur-ing

That reminds me. David Sedaris keeps a diary every damn day, so why can’t I? I wonder how many times this line has been written: “I’m going to keep a diary like David Sedaris.” Well, that’s my New Year’s Resolution, which I am going to start today. Just a few sentences, odds and ends. That’s almost what this daily blogging exercise has been, but the diary won’t be for public consumption. It will just be for me to observe on my own life.

I’ve entered into the realm of writing about something that nobody on earth gives a shit about, and that means, usually, that it’s time to stop.

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