I just finished working on the 32nd poem I’ve written for this manuscript. With each poem, I marvel at the ways words arrange and re-arrange themselves to create new meanings and revive old ghosts. Even more impressive is that two weeks into what already promises to be the busiest semester yet, I’ve realized that being busy actually inspires me to write more frequently. That’s right. Grading papers, reading 2 four hundred page books on Ralph Ellison at once, attending workshop, teaching, and whatever else I do in a given day has resulted in me writing more often & better. In fact, I’m writing almost every day.
During the summer, when I had all the time in the world (it seemed), I wrote every 3 or 4 days. A caveat: writing more frequently doesn’t always translate into better writing, but as I work on this manuscript, it’s helpful for the space between efforts to be minimal. I want these poems to speak to each other. I want the overall project to be a dialogue of sorts. By making the effort to write every day, I increase the likelihood that one poem takes over where another one left off.
I would love to blog more about this epiphany, but I have papers to grade..