GUYS! I read over the poems again, and I’m much happier with the collection than I was expecting! 😀 I went through everything with a broom first. Next is a vacuum. Then a fine-toothed comb. Then a second opinion. Then I’ll read through it again and start organizing it. And after it’s organized, I’ll read it again. But the first sweep was mostly to clean up the document, because it was an actual mess, and still is. There are crazy fonts in all the different sizes and colors, and bolded and underlined portions. The first round of cleaning up involved getting rid of random tags I didn’t need, rewriting stuff, and titling and retitling what I could without stressing myself. Naming stuff is fun. 🙂
So far I haven’t axed an entire poem. Not for lack of trying. I just felt weird deleting stuff without giving them a chance, but the next pass is when I’ll hack stuff. If anything. The only thing I’ve hacked so far is a couple of random lines I didn’t like, and one stanza from a poem I wrote for a story in 2011 that was making things a little chunky and also shared a couple of similar lines with another poem adapted from a song I wrote God knows when. It’s funny because they’re actually very similar in subject matter and not even inspired by the same things at all.
I officially have a title! Which I’ll talk about later. Lol! And I have a cover date booked. So, there’s not too much heavy lifting left. 🙂
In random-ish news, I may or may not have been kind of moody lately. Oh, you didn’t notice? Well, in case you did, I do feel better. Kind of. Sometimes I want to delete the entire blog and run away into the woods, only not actually, because I’m not all that fond of nature. My siblings reminded me the other day that the sky always falls whenever I start a new story. 🙂 I wish it wouldn’t, but here I am. It’s well documented that I get very pissy and agitated and depressed when I’m not writing, so I shouldn’t be surprised that keeping my mood out of the tank is a struggle right now. Poetry helps, but I’m not looking at it everyday. I was actively not looking at it for a spell, because the first pass is the hardest to get through, probably because I had to fix some stuff, and I wasn’t in the mood, and I realized typing poems on my phone is a good way to have a mess on my hands.
To be honest, I 100% feel like I don’t want to write anymore. I get flashes of wanting to write while I’m reading sometimes, but it fades. I think sometimes that writing keeps me saner, but maybe I’d be saner without it.
In any case, the poetry stuff is going well. There’s only a few bits here and there that I’m still not happy with and no more than five or so poems that I might give up on, so that’s better than I thought. I thought it might be around 25.
Okie dokie. Back to reading or something.