Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash Here is where you can find where I published my speculative poetry in 2020. Solo poems Star*Line 43.1: a sword I did Eye to the Telescope 36: New house Two poems in bones journal 20: [pupate] and [Krishna sheds] Two poems in Failed Haiku Volume 5 Issue 20: [reactor control] and [receding glow] Collaborative poems With John W Sexton Five poems in Live Encounters Poetry and Writing: eczema nations, orgasm software, nebular gates, pumice velocities, and pastel sabbath Four poems in otoliths: zohar punk, in lieu of flowers, whitepigs trot sky, and talibanshee wail, also available as print on demand Three poems in Danse Macabre: fat burns off, verdigris, and white matter chambers Three poems in bones journal 20: protean jihad, omelette padme hum, and saltpetre the cat Under the Basho 2020: yes no urge
© publicdomainstockphotos Free photo ID 84930337 | Dreamstime.com This is the third year I engaged in the discipline of writing and posting a poem on the Yahoo groups Scifaiku list I’ve been a member of for a dozen years or so. In past years I maintained a scifaiku writing timetable. One year, I wrote a new poem every single day for the entire year to see how much of a challenge that would be for me.
© creativecommonsstockphotos ID 95931871 | Dreamstime.com Moving from one part of the the San Francisco Bay Area to another seems like it should be a pretty minor change, but it’s actually been the biggest thing that happened with me in the last six months. Originally we chose to live in San Mateo because of its location halfway between the tech centers of San Francisco and Silicon Valley. It’s about forty-five minutes to an hour by train or by car, going north or south respectively, to reach a high concentration of tech companies.
© Dejan Brkic ID 6798221 | Dreamstime.com Here is a description of the National Novel Writing Month stories I’ve done so far: 2011 Return of the Equinox: A man awakes to find he has been revived five centuries after his death in a world where Earth is dominated by a species of artificial humanoids. 2012 The Rise of Mother Blue: A small tech startup is creating 3D printers incorporating organic parts but the devices become self-aware and things go badly awry afterwards.
On the one side, it’s been an absolutely brutal time in which to generate creative ideas for reasons described well by author John Scalzi. And yet, I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo every year since 2011. Basically, I think that doing any kind of creative writing is like developing proficiency in a sport – you have to exercise the basic skills, over and over, until they become automatic. The way I’ve always prepared for NaNoWrimo before was to put together a plot outline, a list of characters, some idea of pivotal scenes, and, sometimes, a timeline of the world I’m building.
For a number of years Michael Dylan Welch has been organizing National Haiku Writing Month, more commonly known as NaHaiWriMo during the month of February where anyone can post their minimalistic poetic contributions every day. There would be a prompt for each day the participants could, if they wanted, use as a theme for that day’s installment. I had fun participating this year and would like to present a selection of what I came up with.
For every post here I write maybe three for my own use over on Penzu as a sort of diary of what’s going on. I’ve learned that it’s too easy to forget a lot sooner than you expect just what you were experiencing and saying and doing if you don’t leave some kind of traces for yourself to get back into your head in times past. What I write are things too personal or professionally sensitive to want to put out on a public blog like this, or more often things that only I figure I would be interested in knowing about.
I’ve been thinking for some time now of what I’d like to do once it’ll be no longer viable to continue working in the tech industry. I’ve dropped out and made my way back in, but do not have high hopes for being able to do that again ten or more years closer to retirement age. I keep coming back to the idea of making a radical change going into creative writing.