Hard at work on the second draft of my vampire story, this long weekend. It's inspired this assessment of the affliction I suffer.
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No Cure
Story attacks like a virus
No cure except to write
First attempt inside out
Like the transported fly
Years of workshops
Tears of surrender
When it just won't make sense
When it won't leave you in peace
Light bulb moment
Only leads to dissection
Your story's scenes sliced bare
Moments amputated on the floor
Rebuilt version sent out
Fragile as spun sugar
The heart bruises
With every rejection
An offer is made
A contract is signed
Champagne cork popped
Dreams now stock on a shelf
Someone you've never met
Stays up all night
Reading your story in one gulp
As another story attacks you
- Julia Smith, Apr. 4, 2010
Sorcerer says Beautifully done.
Janet says Glad to hear the rewrites are going well - can't wait to hear more about it, Julia!
Akelamalu says Good stuff Julia. :)
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Poetry Train Monday - 146 - No Cure
Posted by Julia Phillips Smith at 8:16 PM
Labels: No Cure, Poetry Train, writing
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7 comments:
Beautifully done..
:)
How very, very true. Haven't got to the last two stanzas in my career, but hopefully soon.
Glad to hear the rewrites are going well - can't wait to hear more about it, Julia!
you couldn't have found better words to explain how one feels when writing something new. this is great. i think we all dissect our words before sharing them and then worry if anyone will like them. hope all is well. have a great day.
Good stuff Julia. :)
I've never felt the champagne cork moment, but I think I've experienced most of the rest of it.
Love the poem.
very true. Haven't got to the last two stanzas in my career, but hopefully soon.
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yeah, you hit that one out of the ballpark. Nicely done!
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