Sunday, May 19, 2013

NaPoWriMo's over, but I'm still writing poetry

I've actually written poetry since I was in 7th grade.  I can even tell you when I first, deliberately wrote a poem that was meaningful to me.  It was during Science class...  Anywho, as I've gotten older and busier, and as my writing tastes/priorities have changed, I've been a much less prolific poet than I was as a kid, but I never did quite stop.

It always makes me sad to hear others say that they have.  Unlike other writer-y things, for me poetry has never a hobby or a life-goal or any of those things that you can pick up, put down, or change into something else.  For me, poetry was, and is, more than what I did it was, and is, who I am.  I am a poet.  I don't know if I've always been a poet, but the moment I picked up that pen (it was Science class after all...pens!) and scribbled off that first angry/hurt/confused non-rhyming verse to and about my friends (see! all these years I've been consistent), a door opened in me that can't be shut again.  I may walk past the room in which all my poetry hides, but I can't brick it up.  I can pretend it's not there.  It will come bursting out of me to be doodled on corners of notes, written on the palms of my hands, or repeated like a mantra in my head until I can get it out of me.

This must be how a dancer feels, or a painter feels.  They can't not dance.  They can't not paint.  It is as much them as it is in them.  Assuredly, I've gone long stretches without writing a single verse, rhyming or otherwise, but that doesn't mean they weren't bubbling and bouncing around in my head.  I've been more likely to quit writing than I ever was to quit poetry.

What's your thing?  Everyone's got something they're just drawn to, right?

And since this discourse was not the point of my post, here are the two, very brief, poems that I intended to share when I sat down, under the cut.  If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you've already seen them:

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

And then there was fanfiction...

I'll admit it, this particular story **cough!fanfic!cough**  was heavily inspired by a well-known k-drama.  They are my minor obsession after all...  Anywho, I'm hoping that you can still enjoy the story, and figure out what's going on, even if you've never seen this particular series.  If you have seen it...well I hope I haven't completely offended you with the AU-ness of this story (in my head it's the beginning of a reworking of the series, but I am personally satisfied if this is as far as it gets).  One of my drama-aunties highly recommended this particular show to me, and I can't thank her enough.

Since this is nigh unto fanfiction, here is a lengthier version of my standard fanfic disclaimer: None of the recognizable characters, places or plots are mine; no profit is made from their use; and if you want to look at this philosophically, not even the words are mine, although I will claim the plot--for good or ill.