Yes, yes, yes, I’m aware that I’m a little late to the party this week and the teapot has gone stone cold and the coffee now has that weird film across it from sitting out all night. Apologies. Saturday sort of got away from me a little bit, but I’m here now.
So, if we were having coffee I’d be telling you that all in all this week has been pretty productive. Granted, my daily poetry guest post didn’t go as well as I hoped it would but we did get some fantastic posts from bloggers and the month isn’t over just yet. I’m also a little disappointed that I haven’t managed to get any more writing done on my novel. I’ve been keeping up with NaPoWriMo and writing at least one poem a day but when it comes to actual fiction I’ve found myself out of time in the day.
Instead of writing I’ve spent my week focusing on my AAT Level Two Accounting Technicians Course. I managed to get through a lesson a night Monday through to Thursday and module two has now been completed. This just leaves module three to complete and then I’ll be able to sit my first exam. This is why I feel my week has been productive, even though I haven’t managed to get much in the way of writing done.
This weekend was meant to be all about writing. It hasn’t quite worked out that way as Saturday was mostly spent doing housework and then going to a house viewing before having dinner out with my parents. Two glasses of wine in and once I got home the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. So that was Saturday evening gone as well.
I woke up feeling a little annoyed that I hadn’t managed to get much work done the previous day but seeing as I got through a lot in the week I’m going to cut myself some slack. The house is tidy, the laundry has all been done and I’ve got a lot of studying out of the way. I did deserve some down time so having a bit of a lazy Saturday is perfectly acceptable and I’ve still got most of Sunday to pull some productivity out of the hat.
Yesterday was a pretty cool day despite my laziness. It was 400 years since the death of Shakespeare. The NaPoWriMo prompt corresponded pretty awesomely with this in challenging participants to write a sonnet for the day. Here’s mine. As well as being Shakespeare’s death day it was also World Book Night. Unfortunately I didn’t do any reading last night which I feel a little bad about because I had been keeping an eye out for World Book Night but there’s always next year.
Talking of NaPoWriMo, there are only six days left until the end of April and the end of this wonderful event. Part of me is quite looking forward to not having to write a poem-a-day any more but I’m really proud of the stuff I’ve managed to produce this year. I’ve met some fantastic people through poetry and it’s topic I feel passionately about so April has been a great month in my opinion.
Anyway, enough about me. How are you guys? Has it been a productive week where you are?
Day Twenty-One of NaPoWriMo, write a poem around a minor character from a fairy tale. I wasn’t sure what to do with this prompt but then the idea for the following poem struck and I decided to try and write that. I’ve noticed I use repetition quite a lot in my poems so I’m going to try and avoid it for the next few I think.
Also! Today is National Poem In Your Pocket Day!
The Witch’s Gardener
The witch’s gardener was too old to remember his name.
He sat by the turnips,
stamped his feet against the dirt
and tried to rattle the soil from the cracks in his boots.
That was about all he was good for these days.
When the man came over the wall,
searching for rampion,
he stayed where he was,
hunched a little further into his collar
and let his body melt into the clutter by the potting shed.
Became one with the terracotta, the twine and the mulch.
When the witch asked about a thief
Blamed ‘rabbits perhaps?’
more mutter than question.
He didn’t see the man come back,
he didn’t hear the witch’s deal,
he didn’t see the stolen child.
He let his body melt into the clutter by the potting shed
and when it was quieter,
let himself whistle
as he tended the veg.
The witch’s garden was too old to remember his name.
We’re now two thirds of the way through NaPoWriMo so only ten poems left to write! If you want to check out my contribution for yesterday’s prompt then you can read Not So Green Fingers here or, if you’d like, listen to it here.
It was one of my first successful attempts to upload a full poetry video to YouTube so I’d love to hear your feedback.