Progress is being made–just not in a calculable fashion.
A few pages have been written. Just me cutting loose and getting words down. Because, like the brilliant Ali says: quantity, not quality.
So I’ve decided to write freestyle, trying to use a lot of repetition with the words. After all, sestinas repeat six words six times over, at least. With the repetition, I at least have some guage on where my stanzas/lines should be. Then I can cut and paste and then cut and paste again.
The good news about rocking the poetry out freestyle first (by freestyle I mean not worrying about a damn thing–including punctuation) is that a lot of really random, weird, and beautiful things start popping up. You think you’re gonna talk about one thing and throw it up on the top of the page as a working title, and then BAM! (as the great Emeril would say) something totally new and unexpected comes up.
It’s been a while since I’ve let the gunk that’s in my brain spill out onto the page, but there’s some neat bits coming out as well.
Even though I remain a bit frustrated, I’m learning. And I guess, in the end, that’s the point.