A Journey Through Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft

Day 1

Hello, all. Inspired by the movie Julie & Julia, I've decided to write my way through one of my old creative writing textbooks. The book: Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft by Janet Burroway. The goal: to complete all 130 exercises in the book by this time next year. 

Now, not all the exercises will create full length pieces. So, I apologize in advanced for lists and fragments and incomplete thoughts. However, this blog as titled indicates a place for all my exercises in creativity.

My hope is that by posting these things online I will give myself a reason to write again. Maybe you all will enjoy the journey.

With Hope,
pat

5 Things I Love About Myself

1) I cry.
And when I cry
it's with you.
Tears falling down
with the thought:
I'm with you.

2) I'm with you.
You wake up
in the morning
searching for meaning
and you realize,
I'm with you.
Meaning is with
other people
and that makes
you feel good.

3) That when asked
what I love
about myself
I think of
a poem.

4) That I don't
really know what
love means right
now, but I'm
willing to try.

5) Unique.

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That I don't really love any of the things I said, but that I accept that they are part of me.

When did you get your first boob?

do you really want an honest answer. well, i'll give you part of it, you've done enough creeping for that. I've never gotten any action. I think that much we could have all assumed. In fact, I've never even kissed anyone.

Whatcha wanna know?

Writer's block.

sorry.

Restless

Hope for tomorrow
comes with a price to pay: today.

Now is filled with empty moments.

Soft Icelandic music
plays while I stare at the page,
the wall,
your eyes,
the window,
the door,
your eyes,
the screen,
the keys,
your eyes,
my hands,
my feet,
your eyes,
my phone,
my pills,
your eyes,
the light,
the fridge,
and
your eyes.

You could say I'm obsessed with beauty.
Her beauty, his beauty, our beauty,
and the beauty of your eyes.

It's like being restless, looking anywhere else.

So I look again to remind me
of when you were near.

Then, I tear out the page
and let my mind clear.

what are you most afraid of?

http://phoenixfirebird.tumblr.com/post/2938318620/what-are-you-most-afraid-of

Glitter in the Snow

It's a quiet night for a walk.
Each step takes me farther past my lies.

A step for fear.
A step for courage.
A step for hating myself.
A step for love.
A step for drugs.
A step for pretending that I'm not.
A step for jobs.
A step for doubt.
A step for everything I'm not.
A step for death.
A step for life.
A step for inviting you in with open arms.
A step for a step.
A run.
A sprint.
A leap.
A jump.
A landing to the person I am.

I take a handful,
throw it in the air,
and watch the glitter in the snow.

Are you ready for the date partyyyy???

Yes, Annie, I'm ready. It's a little weird that you asking me on formspring.

Whatcha wanna know?

Would you rather be a great athlete, artist, or musician?

artist. I know I can't be great at the other two, and I would really love to be published.

Whatcha wanna know?

formspring.me

Whatcha wanna know? http://formspring.me/PhoenixFireBird