Bird House

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It’s early days yet, but I feel like I’ve recovered some of my writing mojo. I’ve been laser-focused on a project I’ve had in the works for quite some time now: a chapbook called Bird House. The first I’ve ever completed. Well, nearly completed. I plan to enter it into Button Poetry’s autumn chapbook contest but it’s not quite ready. One or two more poems should do it and then it’ll meet the requirements. I’ve already got an idea in mind I think will fit in nicely, so it shouldn’t take too long before it’s ready for final edits.

I’m very excited about Bird House. I’ve never felt more confident about a writing project. As it stands, I feel the selection of poetry flows nicely from one poem to another. The themes are far-flung but cogent enough to be unifying, so it feels like a story is being told. And, most importantly, the quality of writing is high. I’m not used to saying such things about my writing (curse my poor mental health), but I’m consistently impressed with each reread of Bird House.

Wish me luck! If the chapbook contest doesn’t go in my favor, though, I’ll be seeking alternate publishing methods for it.

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Writing Goals

It’s no secret that the biggest roadblock along my path to success is my lack of self-motivation. Depression, anxiety, and ADHD team up to make sure I rarely have any. Anything I manage to create is done so whenever the fog of mental illness dissipates enough for me to see a little sunshine through the clouds.

I keep trying, though, and for that, I applaud myself. It’d be all too easy to give up for good. But I won’t. Though writing is hard, unbelievably hard some days, it’s still something I love to do, and I think I’d go crazy if I couldn’t write.

I have a couple of writing goals I’d like to accomplish this year. I’m going to record them here for some accountability. By the end of 2021, I would like to have at least 15,000 words of my novel written. I would also like to have my poetry chapbook ready for publication. I plan to go the traditional route first. If that doesn’t pan out, I will consider self-publication.

I’m both excited and not. It’s going to take a lot of work. Depression is telling me I’ll never be able to do it, and anxiety is telling me even if I did manage to finish my chapbook, no one would want to publish it. I wish there was a way to make them shut up forever.

All I can do is try my best. Onward!