I surprised myself today. I was at Starbucks, waiting for the bus; there was nothing to do, so I got out the notebook. In twenty minutes or so, I had scribbled four poems and finished one started previously. Typing them up this evening, a few things stood out to me:
- I've gone back to rhyme
- My endings are improving
- My tone has changed
- I'm writing poetry again.
For me, poetry is more therapy than creativity, so maybe this should not be surprising. If the first words come into my head, I want to write them down. Usually, the rest follows. If it weren't for feeling that need to write it, this would be a utilitarian process. The truth is, the need propels me more than the wish does, and in that need are my best words.
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In other news, I've been pretty tired lately. The last couple of weekends I've stayed up on half-nighters finishing an Android app project. Tomorrow is my recuperation day, just pulling myself together in time for Thursday's midterm.
Overall, it's been a splendid quarter. Some experiences push you out of your comfort zone in a bad way. In these three classes, it's been a positive thing. I feel keenly (oddly) conscious I will look back happily on this quarter, in spite of its challenges. I'll be glad to remember I programmed my first app, wrote decent C code, and heard some excellent lectures in my operating systems class. It's good to finish up school on a good note.