Nanowrimo

November is shaping up to be a most challenging month for me. Up until 3 years ago, I was an avid poetry and short story writer. This love of words and the use of imagination started when I was 11 years old. I loved to sit and write for hours upon end, and when I entered junior high school,  English Literature was my gateway to heaven. Geoffrey Chaucer, James Joyce, Edgar Allen Poe to name a few, enchanted me. Writing takes one places that are seemingly out of reach and it opens up the heart and spirit to collaborate together on a plane not dictated to by the world.

I have read the verses of the old masters to modern day poets and felt the essence of their emotions, and have peaked through the looking glass of their eyes. Its how I learned that poetry is more than dreams and imagination, it is a healing balm in times of confusion and frustration, it a bridge that helps one cross over the grumbling waves of anger and fear; it gives rise to the shine that pours from the spirit. For me, I think Audre Lorde captures the heart of poetry well in this quote;

For women . . . poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of light within which we can predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives. Graduate school however, took me away from the writing realm and now that my workload is much lighter, I am braving the wild ride of the Nanowrimo Challenge. It's 50,000 words in 30 days....are you up for it? If so...Lets do this! Nanowrimo