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NaPoWriMo all wrapped up!

I'm delighted to say I managed over 30 poems in 30 days. Those are drafts, not finished poems, of course, but it's felt good to focus consistently on my poetry after a heavy workload this year at Bath Spa University. Part of the pleasure has been having company. Over 140 people ultimately joined my Facebook group for the challenge, some using prompts, some just taking daily notes, some writing independently, everyone sharing their experiences and encouraging one another. Will I do it again next year? I don't know. It will depend on what my workload is like, when spring break falls, what else I have going on in my life. But I'd like to. #NaPoWriMo #BathSpaUniversity

R.I.P. Bernadine Marie Meeker Etter, 30 July 1945-29 July 2011

In the month I stayed in my childhood home following my mother's death, going through thousands of unorganised papers, largely looking for a signed copy of the will but trying also to keep together / mark clearly anything that might be relevant for the future. In that month, I changed my appearance in two ways. I changed my dark red lipstick to a slightly softer, less Goth and hence less youthful colour. And I stopped wearing a fringe/bangs. I changed two elements of my appearance that made me look younger, because I felt I shouldn't, couldn't look that young. I had lost the person I spoke to in my consciousness the last twenty-odd years. I had lost my second self.

Adoption Matters

Today my birthfather invited my partner and I to visit him in South Carolina when we have our second wedding reception in Illinois in September. When he expressed his interest in showing me his university, I was reminded that I used to think it was all about nurture. I found my birthmother when I was twenty, and we didn't seem to have anything in common. I tended to explain my conjunction of passions by saying my (adoptive) father was originally a journalist, my mother a teacher. My ideas about nurture vs. nature shifted in 2016. That was the year I found my son and learned he did his degree in creative writing and English at the private university more or less in my hometown, that he studie

NaPoWriMo, Day 9

It's 10:54 p.m. on the ninth day of drafting at least a poem a day, and I've just finished a draft of a short poem juxtaposing the figurative winter of Gorsuch's confirmation to the Supreme Court with a day of the best weather we've had in England this year. I think that's one thing I find interesting about drafting a poem a day: I write not only about what I thought were my current concerns in terms of a manuscript or ideas I've been wrestling with for a while, but also more about what happens day by day in the world. I began well with the challenge largely because on the first of April, I woke up in Keswick, in the beautiful Lake District. I've found writing there fruitful once before, and

Copyright 2016 by Carrie Etter

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