Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

Okay. I have a confession to make. 100 poems is too much. I tried in the last few nights to crank out 3 a night, but I just can't do it. I thought about it too...50K words of a story is aight. I can knock that out for reals because each word contributes, and it's about quantity, right? You can tell a story in that way.

But poetry demands precision, careful thought, and a modicum of expression that I just cannot rush through. I tried it and rushed poetry is better off not written. Period. I won't sacrifice quality for quantity.

So I'm going to halve that. 50. I think I can handle that. I have struggled with this since day one. I started off with one poem, a sestina, that took me two hours to write. TWO. I wanted to cry it took me so long, but I was determined to do it, so I did. 2 HOURS!

I bumped off two of them last night as well. All in all, I have five so far. I think I can do 50. We'll see how I do on the 28th.

This is the plan that I've come up with so far: 

January: Fiction

February: Poetry

March: Photography (Digital)

April: Video

May: Non-fiction

June: Painting

July: Break, my god.

August: Photography (35MM)

September: Music

October:  Manifesto

November: TBA (possibly fiction again)

December: Merge all projects into one project, possibly for show. 

That's my plan, I guess. I don't know how good I will be at sticking to it, but I plan on doing a goodly amount of it. I promised myself that 2007 was the year of creativity. 2008 will be the year of sloth.

Much love!

Voodoo