I read an article on the Writer’s Digest website about Imayo poems today and was inspired to write my own. They consist of 4 lines that have 12 syllables each. Each line has a separation between the 7th and 8th syllables.
Winter in Michigan Rain then snow and topped with ice – children home from school Much too cold to play outside – feels twenty below Cocoa and video games – books and art supplies Entire house is littered – piles two feet deep
I am in the process of finding a favorite layout for this blog so expect change to be constant. In the meantime, I am pushing myself to get in the habit of letting myself have fun with writing. Writing is one of my favorite things to do, yet I never let myself do it. Everything else seems more important, but as I am nearing the start of my 48th year on this water covered hunk of star orbiting rock we call Earth, I aim to change all that. So let’s see if I can make it from now until May 15th when I go on vacation without missing any days of blogging. Even if each one is only this long.
In October 2018 I took a couple of trips to Cadillac, MI. They were part of a personal field trip for my American Environmental History class at Western Michigan University. I attempted the trip the weekend of the 19th with my family but we were snowed out on the second day so I went back alone the following weekend. This post is based on the PowerPoint I submitted as my final project.
With each new calendar year and each new school year I evaluate what’s going on in my life and what direction I want it to go. I always come back to writing. I decide I will push through whatever else is going on with my life and make my writing dreams come true; and then I get caught up in my schoolwork and taking care of my family and home and promptly forget I had decided to make my writing a priority.
This year I have a reason to do better. My husband started graduate school this month and I still have three semesters of part-time classes to get through before my bachelor’s is finished. Because my husband is a graduate student now, he no longer gets pell or other government grants and his student aid refund was much lower than we expected. Graduate students are of course encouraged NOT to hold a job while going to school so they can concentrate on their studies, so he hadn’t been looking one. (His employment as a student research assistant ended this week.) I have a part-time student job as well as my student aid, but it is not going to get us through summer. So, time to bring in some more cash if possible.
If you know anyone who needs a freelance writer. I can write on a variety of topics and my starting rate is $.10 per word. I have worked in libraries for over 15 years so I know how to research. For the last five years I have been taking classes which require a number of papers. I received an A on all of them (I would be happy to provide samples). My real world experience in libraries and restaurants required me to write employee handbooks and technical manuals so I am also comfortable with that type of writing. Creative fiction and non-fiction are favorites of mine and I will showcase samples in the near future.
Good luck getting your dreams and goals off the ground in 2019!
I was working alone today and decided to play some music on my phone while I changed filenames on our outdated Mac. I have access to a great service through my public library called Hoopla. I was browsing and saw they had Stevie Wonder’s album Songs in the Key of Life. I remember seeing this album cover at a neighbor’s house back when I was in Junior High. I was captivated with the artwork and wanted to listen to it, but could not. So I borrowed it today and started to listen. I was amazed when song eight (“Pastime Paradise”) started because I hear that music almost daily on my son’s mp3 player. It’s the music to “Amish Paradise” by “Weird Al” Yankovic, which I know is a parody of Coolio’s “Gangster’s Paradise.” I am still amazed that I went without hearing the song or most of the songs on this album for most of my life.
In a funny twist, I am taking a creative writing class and we are are currently studying how to do close reading of prose and poetry and one of our assignments is to change the words of someone else’s poem but keep the rhythm.
This is the kind of cool surprise I like from life.
College classes are out until fall. What better way to celebrate that, and the spring weather (we finally have some!), than hanging out in some city parks and taking photos of plants that usually spend their lives being stepped on, and daffodils that are just opening.
Spring semester is winding down. Even though we are still getting snow in this part of the country; summer vacation starts in two weeks. It’s surreal to be sitting under the heat vent and planning for summer.
It is also surreal to be planning for life after school. I am going to try to finish next year before I reach the maximum amount I can borrow from the Department of Education. It is going to be a hard semester, but I have my husband in my corner and will seek out help caring for my son as needed. I have never been good at asking for help, always wanting to be a superwoman instead, but I am going to try growing up and asking for help before I get in over my head and start panicking.
I also am going to make reading and writing for pleasure, and listening to music each day habits. If they are habits I will be more likely to de-stress with them even when my final year of school gets crazy and I feel like I don’t have the time to do anything fun.
Life throws twists and turns often. Mine haven’t been that drastic and most of them I have implemented. I was getting ready to change majors and commit myself to going two years longer to finish a bachelors in a subject I am interested in and thought would have a higher income. I have been taking classes this semester that are required to get Bs or better in before the major can be declared. Currently I have a B in one and an A in the other. Lots of homework, 2 tests, and 2 exams left before next week shows the final grade.
I thought my son was better adjusted at his new school and it would be no problem to take traditional vs. online classes because I would still be able to pick him up from school each day. I didn’t count on a note from his teacher telling me that he was having trouble focusing on his own work instead of trying to help other kids with theirs. I know he’s like that at home but I assumed he was better at school. Then he started getting more notes sent home for various other things. His school is big and it’s packed with kids. He gets one recess a day and it’s at his lunchtime. When I was his age I had 3 recesses. School is different than it used to be and for the last two years I have seriously been thinking about homeschooling. I am ready to do it now. I am ready to take this chance to know who my son is and help him focus on the important things in life. I am lucky that this town has free museums, great libraries, and a teacher’s college that often has low-cost programs for kids. It’s going to be bumpy at first but we will figure it out.
It seems like it should be easy to find the time to organize, but it isn’t. When it takes all your available time to just complete the daily tasks that need done every day or every week, there is only enough time left to get ready for bed.
No matter what time I scrape out, it feels like I am missing out on life in order of one day hoping to join in on it. Getting rid of as much stuff as possible is the key, but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier to haul it out of the house and give it to someone who would appreciate it.
Does anyone out there have any tips for finding the time for organizing? I am especially interested if you have kids who interrupt you every five minutes to show you their latest Lego creation, Minecraft adventure, or a combination of the two.
I have kept a journal off and on since high school. I have destroyed many of them because they were written during times I wanted to forget. I have made a giant pile of them over the last two decades and even though I do not want to forget this period of my life, they were mainly a way to write out stresses I was having with work and a new baby and similar issues. Yes, I wrote down some great stuff too. Stuff that I might enjoy going back to read someday, but mostly they are how I dealt with negative things. Things better forgotten. So I have been struggling with a decision on what to do with them for over a year. Do I go through them page-by-page and save those tiny snippets that I may never read again or just outright destroy this pile that I do not have room for and has become a constant source of stress itself?
Yesterday, they were again occupying space in my mind and I decided, that since my life hadn’t been drastically altered by having one stolen in Montreal in 2009 I should just give them a nice sendoff and be done with them. Having them physically sitting here is causing more stress than they helped me deal with over the last 20 years. I told my husband today, “the types of things I wrote in them were things to relieve stress. Things that should have been written on loose-leaf paper and immediately thrown away, not saved in a journal.” So I am saying goodbye to them one way or another this weekend. Not just them but several loose papers my son and I have sitting around.
Here are the before photos and soon I hope to post the after photos.
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